Hustla’s Story (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

Woo!
 Shoutout my hustlers, I mean
 Everybody hustlers
 You feel me
 Look, look
 I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on
 Selling pills straight out her crib, and break into another home
 Tryna get in and out, get his double-double on
 This ain't my story that I'm singing my nigga, but this is another song
 This probably your uncle song
 Probably your big brother song
 Your father or your mother song
 I understand your circumstance so in your head there's nothing wrong
 How you could blame how we behave?
 If we paid and we ain't getting loans
 You don't know what's going on
 If you ain't live to see this shit I can't describe
 Taking chances so they survive
 This all happens just to take a life
 In the end it was all for bread
 And use the heat just to make it rise
 Not sure how to raise a daughter
 But they know to raise the price, so what you goin' through
 Tell a nigga what you going through
 I could probably relate
 I could probably be late
 And still be on time for you
 I could probably spit mind for ya
 If you don't wanna tell your story
 It's the same as yours, I hustle early in the morning
 I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on
 Selling pills straight out her crib, and break into another home
 I understand your circumstance, so in their heads, there's nothing wrong
 But they don't know what's going on
 They don't know what's going on
 Wake up
 I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry
 If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely
 If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely
 Yeah you got your car, yeah you got your gold
 Your money don't fold but your mama still at home
 Fam don't want your dirty money
 You look clean, but your mother sad
 Your girl felt neglected, now your daughter got another dad
 Local block hustler, my father was a customer
 Mom's used to watch him buy his weed then she would cuss at him
 Only for the weed, he felt free from that subtle bust
 Moved back and it was primetime
 And now I'm on my prime time
 But hustler turned pimp, doe
 He was getting pimp dough
 Now only selling his dope
 But now he selling nympho's
 Not so cautious about how he sells
 Made his way to county jails
 Now he lonely in them cells
 How he feel
 It was probably hell
 He got out, but on that same shit
 I guess when you lawyer to yourself then you can't switch
 But how can you blame kid
 Don't know what he was goin' through
 Cause hustle is his bread and butter
 He don't want no other fool
 But I wake up, open up shop, get my hustle on
 Wake up early in the morn'
 Make a couple records, getting reckless on these records
 Til' these fuck niggas respect it
 Go and get it, make a difference
 Wake up with a new perspective, motherfucker
 Wake up
 I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry
 If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely
 If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely
 Justify the love of mine
 For life of crime, my life and times
 Is hard at times
 I fall a time, like all the time
 And then I dream for baller time
 And then the clock rewind, and I
 Wake up
 I know homie
 I know homie
 Wake up
 I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry
 If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely
 If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely
 Justify the love of mine
 For life of crime, my life and times
 Is hard at times
 I fall a time, like all the time
 And then I dream for baller time
 And then the clock rewind, and I
 Wake up
 I know only
 I know only
 We ain't chose this type of living, it's what we gotta do
 Part of niggas hear us cripping and drop out of school
 Selling drugs or they pimping like some prostitutes
 Living in a nightmare, Pinching is what you gotta do
 Wake up
 ♪
 Hello?
 Rise and shine, nigga
 Bro, what you need, bro
 What you on nigga? You tryna hit up the mall?
 Hit up the mall? Nigga, I got like five dollars. I don't got no job
 And I know you broker than me bro so what you mean
 Yeah, that's why I said "hit up" the mall nigga what you talking about
 Get your ass up man, let's roll
 
 Woo!
 Shoutout my hustlers, I mean
 Everybody hustlers
 You feel me
 Look, look
 I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on
 Selling pills straight out her crib, and break into another home
 Tryna get in and out, get his double-double on
 This ain't my story that I'm singing my nigga, but this is another song
 This probably your uncle song
 Probably your big brother song
 Your father or your mother song
 I understand your circumstance so in your head there's nothing wrong
 How you could blame how we behave?
 If we paid and we ain't getting loans
 You don't know what's going on
 If you ain't live to see this shit I can't describe
 Taking chances so they survive
 This all happens just to take a life
 In the end it was all for bread
 And use the heat just to make it rise
 Not sure how to raise a daughter
 But they know to raise the price, so what you goin' through
 Tell a nigga what you going through
 I could probably relate
 I could probably be late
 And still be on time for you
 I could probably spit mind for ya
 If you don't wanna tell your story
 It's the same as yours, I hustle early in the morning
 I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on
 Selling pills straight out her crib, and break into another home
 I understand your circumstance, so in their heads, there's nothing wrong
 But they don't know what's going on
 They don't know what's going on
 Wake up
 I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry
 If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely
 If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely
 Yeah you got your car, yeah you got your gold
 Your money don't fold but your mama still at home
 Fam don't want your dirty money
 You look clean, but your mother sad
 Your girl felt neglected, now your daughter got another dad
 Local block hustler, my father was a customer
 Mom's used to watch him buy his weed then she would cuss at him
 Only for the weed, he felt free from that subtle bust
 Moved back and it was primetime
 And now I'm on my prime time
 But hustler turned pimp, doe
 He was getting pimp dough
 Now only selling his dope
 But now he selling nympho's
 Not so cautious about how he sells
 Made his way to county jails
 Now he lonely in them cells
 How he feel
 It was probably hell
 He got out, but on that same shit
 I guess when you lawyer to yourself then you can't switch
 But how can you blame kid
 Don't know what he was goin' through
 Cause hustle is his bread and butter
 He don't want no other fool
 But I wake up, open up shop, get my hustle on
 Wake up early in the morn'
 Make a couple records, getting reckless on these records
 Til' these fuck niggas respect it
 Go and get it, make a difference
 Wake up with a new perspective, motherfucker
 Wake up
 I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry
 If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely
 If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely
 Justify the love of mine
 For life of crime, my life and times
 Is hard at times
 I fall a time, like all the time
 And then I dream for baller time
 And then the clock rewind, and I
 Wake up
 I know homie
 I know homie
 Wake up
 I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry
 If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely
 If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely
 Justify the love of mine
 For life of crime, my life and times
 Is hard at times
 I fall a time, like all the time
 And then I dream for baller time
 And then the clock rewind, and I
 Wake up
 I know only
 I know only
 We ain't chose this type of living, it's what we gotta do
 Part of niggas hear us cripping and drop out of school
 Selling drugs or they pimping like some prostitutes
 Living in a nightmare, Pinching is what you gotta do
 Wake up
 ♪
 Hello?
 Rise and shine, nigga
 Bro, what you need, bro
 What you on nigga? You tryna hit up the mall?
 Hit up the mall? Nigga, I got like five dollars. I don't got no job
 And I know you broker than me bro so what you mean
 Yeah, that's why I said "hit up" the mall nigga what you talking about
 Get your ass up man, let's roll