Hustler, depicts the mentality of thugs who won't take no for an answer. Those who make the most of situations they've been placed in, and continue to seek for better opportunities in life.
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Story behind the song
The motivating factor for writing this song was the way hustlers make there dreams a reality by adapting a dough or die mentality.
Lyrics
“turn it up”
I wanna ride in the sunset! Smokin haze, like them true gun westerns, where the bad guy wins, You can hear me from the hoof prints, drinking one-eighty proof, nobody move no unnecessary violence!
Damn if the law don’t let me breath, how the fuck am I to win in the streets I be, Im a hustler, hustle is the life I lead, ain’t no conflict unless nigers touch my seeds, Turn It Up!
You know the voice marinated on tracks, Teflon muthafucka, how you nigers gone act? Turn It up! Spit thorough , and that thorough, from the south burrow, I trap nigers when I rap, Turn It Up! From the southside where I preside, learn to spit hot missles thru flesh and grizzle, watch nigers crumple up like bitches with issues, turn hustler dreams into things we pursue, Turn It Up! You ain’t seen a niger gravy leak out, you ain’t been thirteen pushin bricks from the house, where the back half, base heads trick for sprouts, If you relate then you them nigers I’m talking about!
I wanna ride in the sunset! Smokin haze, like them true gun westerns, where the bad guy wins, You can hear me from the hoof prints, drinking one-eighty proof, nobody move no unnecessary violence!
Damn if the law don’t let me breath, how the fuck am I to win in the streets I be, Im a hustler, hustle is the life I lead, ain’t no conflict unless nigers touch my seeds, Turn It Up!
Ain’t shit you can tell me, I flip dough through the holidays, sunset to the sun raise, borderline with the gun play, one slug to the ab, other slug through the calf, death calling but I just won’t past, Hazy eyed over the get back I see in the draft, brim tilt, trenched up with the masburg screaming in wraith, hot shells shower the cement, scorching the grass, I told ya’ll nigers, I’m a southside villain, this ain’t rap shit, this is god given, Smoke haze for the calm in it, then I’m back in it, Blood pressure “bout a buck eighty, so I’m half in it, Turn it up! Nah, ya’ll don’t understand the pain I see, a young black silverback with the world against me, Middle finger to the sky, screaming no one forsake me, use to wonder why, Now I see the gods envy me!
I wanna ride in the sunset! Smokin haze, like them true gun westerns, where the bad guy wins, You can hear me from the hoof prints, drinking one-eighty proof, nobody move no unnecessary violence!
Damn if the law don’t let me breath, how the fuck am I to win in the streets I be, Im a hustler, hustle is the life I lead, ain’t no conflict unless nigers touch my seeds, Turn It Up!