The Language

Aye, I've been doin' alot in my time
 E'rybody's got they' own type of struggle, in life
 I know, I'm the only one who gives a fuck about mine
 So, I'ma do what I gotta, to come out the grind
 I'm talkin' 'bout changin' things
 In this game, I've seen some stranger things
 Shit was upside down, I had to rearrange
 I know what the fuck I'm 'bout, I got that heater, mane
 An', I pull that motherfucker out, and I let freedom ring
 Yeah, I've been livin' lower than the gutter, bro
 Inside, I'm hurt, but outside, I'm that motherfucker, yo
 Fake friends, lookin' for ends, but I don't fuck with doh's
 It's two sides to my mind, I like to juxtapose
 Been bustin' flows, since I was twelve years old
 And my heart beat red, but yours primrose
 I go off in the woods, with nothin' but a hair pick, bro
 An', come out of that motherfucker, wearin' a bearskin coat
 I'm self-made wid-it, rappers better get to fuckin' grave diggin'
 So, they got somewhere to lay, if they try to play wicked
 I caught you lyin', you was like, "I don't know what to say, Wicked"
 Yeah, that's 'cause we don't speak the same languages
 We don't relate, you could never fuck with the same bitches
 We don't relate, you could never ride with the gang business
 Y'all living fake, its your greatest wish just to hang with us
 That be the day, hell freezes over and flames finish
 Unh, yeah, bitch, I'm on my job, bitch, I'm on my job
 Unh, yeah, I've been going hard, do it for my dawgs
 Unh, yeah, haters, there's a lot, and I say, "Fuck 'em all"
 Unh, yeah, by the grace of God, I will never stop
 Y'all give me the reason, to give it the heat, and go deeper to see, what I'm made of
 My life is what happens, when you keep it real, and give yourself an ultimatum
 Get it a dime, keep your integrity, even when enemies spit in your eye
 Unity's doomed, if they wish to divide
 Put an end to me, but bitch, I'm alive
 I don't give a fuck 'bout being famous
 Get between me, and the money, it get dangerous
 Make a little money, make some changes
 All I talk is hustle, that's the language
 That's the language, unh, that's the language
 All I talk is hustle, that's the language
 That's the language, unh, that's the language
 All I talk is hustle, that's the language
 Yo, I'm lookin' back at the world, that I came up
 Like, damn, how the fuck, did I make it alive?
 Look at you, with hatred, so deep, in they eye
 They want you addicted, and leave you with nothin'
 But, enough to leave you sleepin', left behind
 Wake up, get your grind on, it's your time to come, and
 Cake up, shout out, cannonize the homies, yellin'
 Say what, in this game, we keep diggin', til' we hit pay dirt
 Motherfucker, I'm a player, don't let 'em, give me the mic
 I might get wicked, I come in, and kill 'em
 An', y'all are not ready to die, mmm
 Think of a reason, to let 'em keep breathin'
 An', I don't have memory, or thought, mmm
 I guess, it's over, then, bitch, I'm a soldier, they're gonna compare me to Pac
 I'm takin' bodies, they momma gon' bury a box
 Come against me, that's a piss, in the wind
 Make a mess out of ya'self, and then, go diss me, again
 Deep inside, they wanna ride, they just wish we was friends
 Hopin' we would go together, like some Stimpy and Ren's
 But, this ain't animated, if you plan to make it
 You gon' have to play with people, who gon' hate it, no matter which way it lay
 It's a sick and Twizted game, but I know how to navigate it
 I keep Jesus, as my Savior, and this hustle as my languages, unh
 I don't give a fuck, 'bout being famous
 G, get the money, it get dangerous
 Make a little money make some changes
 All I talk is hustle, that's the language
 That's the language, unh, that's the language
 All I talk is hustle that's the language
 That's the language, unh, that's the language
 All I talk is hustle that's the language
 Yeah, so fuck the speculation, and all the separation
 I'm on some reach, for greatness, and fuck the perpetrators
 Scatterin' Wicked on the track, that's the murder makers
 Y'all smell it cookin' in the kitchen when the burner blazin'
 Strike me down in anger, and I'll return an angel
 Sent back to burn the hateful, and put em' in the graveyard
 My momma met John Elway, back when she was a waitress
 He was an asshole to her, that's why I rep the Raiders
 The 3-0-3 is dangerous, we keep a couple stainless
 I know a couple killers, they make it quick and painless
 I keep my player's pushin', hopin' one day, he save us
 Roll up this Cali-kush, an' me, an' the homies blazin'
 Think about leavin' the world for our children, a better one than we came up in
 Where money's the mission, and it ain't about all the drinkin', and smokin', and fuckin'
 'Cause, I will not be the one leavin', 'em stuck in a world without knowledge of nothin'
 I'm talking 'bout hustlin, and leavin' this fucker a legacy, liftin' us up, man
 Let's go!
 I don't give a fuck 'bout being famous
 Get between me, and the money, it get dangerous
 Make a little money, make some changes
 All I talk is hustle, that's the language
 That's the language, unh, that's the language
 All I talk is hustle, that's the language
 That's the language, unh, that's the language
 All I talk is hustle, that's the language