BABY D.A.M - HUSTLE

Hustle, fuck how you feelin', you ain't got no time for tears
Muscle, that's what you need, so you better go grind for real
Trust, when you from that bottom, you know you ain't supposed to chill
Nothing, until you feel like you got it in your soul for real

So hustle, fuck how you feelin', you ain't got no time for tears
Muscle, that's what you need, so you better go grind for real
Trust, when you from that bottom, you know you ain't supposed to chill
Nothing, until you feel like you got it in your soul for real

Gotta get it, it's life of a search I remember them days, I didn't have a clue
If you tryna be great, what's the point of you search
For attention and fame, instead of the loot
Your shit could be worse, it's never too late

So go get to work, I know you relate
Can you break a curse
I start playin' safe, I don't need a nurse
I'm ready to surf, fuck how you feelin', you ain't got no time for tears

Muscle, that's what you need, so you better go grind for real
Trust, when you from that bottom, you know you ain't supposed to chill
Nothing, until you feel like you got it in your soul for real
See, I was that kid in the streets who just wanted to eat

But I had to work for my keeps
I smoked my struggle in the blunt, now I'm at peace
Then I went and turned to a beast
Forever workin' till I'm done

Toxic, toxic, do whatever I want
Faucet , faucet , keep it wet till the sun up
She look good in bed and she look good when she done up
Risk, risk, time to take

I'm tired of fallin' for the fake
Can't tell who, love me or who fake
Cause everybody tryna race
I guess we all want the cake

Talkin' to my nine to five, fantasizin' bout a rav
Told that bitch she can't wait, I'm comin' late
Now I know that ain't safe, but it need to safes
Tryna steal every base, like Jesse Bates

If you didn't fuckin' know, then you know now
I'm from Tampa with niggas in close line
Hard to live when you ignore both sides
You just gotta choose one and waste no time

How you expect to get paper with no rhyme
That's why I told myself I gotta do better
Remember back in them days we was so blind
Now we talkin' bottles, chasin' blue cheddar

Hustle, fuck how you feelin'
You ain't got no time for tears
Muscle, that's what you need
So you better go grind for real

Trust, when you from that bottom
You know you ain't supposed to chill
For nothin', until you feel like
You got it in your soul for real

So hustle, fuck how you feelin'
You ain't got no time for tears
Muscle, that's what you need
So you better go grind for real

Trust, when you from that bottom
You know you ain't supposed to chill
For nothin', until you feel like
You got it in your soul foreal

Written by:
Demetrius Mann

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