Letra de Love of the Hustle
For the love of the hustle (Niggas love the hustle)(Jim Jones) These Niggas levelin up When they know the level is us If I buy a watch I bust it Or either bezzel it up They know my. jeweler Gotta hell of a touch uh Make movies and even My trailers is tough uh Saw the boys when they Was trollin the truck I got ops thought they was Real but they was telling on us uh Don't give a fuck I got that Cellibate touch made a Couple mill of weed when They was mailin it uh Rolls Royce truck Suicide doors she was 5'10 without the shoes 5'4 Penthouse eating meals On high floors My man took a hit Couple million on dry war Eye ball john wall Couple killers they On call I.mehn matters of fact Scratch that they Prolly wouldn't Catch that Prolly Couldn't see it like Where the ruler got His patch at Buss it all down Where the. Where the Latch at uh All my idols They was false prophet Talk about the plug He ran off on a socket Shit they start talking War we ran and bought Some rockets Lemme chill here They say sols as shit Leave em let em know Where you sleep Death gotta be free Cause livin it ain't cheap For the love of the hustle Do anything just to eat Brick and a half Got you feeling Like you meech... Uhh Ten toes to the G code it may bear staying Loyal to your peeps For the love of the hustle Brick to the face Like you deebo Now you got em Yelling on them people Like you ducking from the Rico... For the love Of the hustle(for the love of the Hustle)ten toes to the g code (Ten toes nigga) for the love Of the hustle (Jim Jones) Uh. Shit Millionaire minded i should kill em With kindness instead I am Blowing smoke as I am fillin My nine clip had to tell a Hoe that I am still in my Prime bitch upstairs rollin Up eating diner at prime bitch I will still choke a bitch out then Give her that heimlich Its always gang gang I need My Niggas to shine because We're Stuck up in the realist of time Yeah i wore camo band Richard Mille for the time two hundred Bucks on a watch Niggas would Kill for the time everytime I Speak to my lawyer I am getting Biilled for the time so tell em Make it sweet because every Word got a price on it Should we cop furs in his or hers With what they write on em Maybach Benz and at the ends With the light on it off white Hoodie that says off white on it Grandma place I put the beige Off white on it drive by blocks That I played all night on it They say solo as shit Leave em let em know Where you sleep death Gotta be free cause Livin it ain't cheap For the love of the Hustle do anything just To eat brick and a half got You feeling like you meech Ten toes to the g code it may Bear staying loyal to your Peeps for the love of the hustle Brick to the face like you deebo Now you got em yelling on Them people like you ducking From the Rico... for the love Of the hustle ten toes to the G code for the love of the HustleEnd.