Hustlaz Lyrics by Lupe Fiasco
Uh huh
Talk to em
It’s what hustlaz do
This is a hustlaz song
This hustla’s gone
Let me tell you what this fellow like
Caught somewhere between stop and go like yellow lights (Uh huh)
Hustla, so I gotta get it mellow right
Down the block, around the clock, bezel like
I roll like cherry red Jell-O dice
Watch, just the pot calling the kettle white
It’s hot, just the block calling the ghetto wife
This Paul McCain is my ball and chain, mi amor
Hopefully I won’t fall and hang
Like pictures on the walls of halls of fame
It’s just a boy man, look at what it all became
Good and all, but look at what all remains
All the floor and thangs, marks from all the claws and fangs
The remarks from all of y’all that changed up
Bustin’ back at all of y’all like trainer
Apologizing to all of y’all I blamed
This what hustlaz do
And you ain’t did it till a hustla do
And you ain’t know it till a hustla knew
And you ain’t done till a hustla’s through
I’m a customer too
This what hustlaz do
And you ain’t seen it till you seen it from a hustlaz view
Open your eyes, this a hustlaz song
God forgive if this hustla’s wrong
Its bigger things so we Cosa Nostra
Striving to be number one till I overdose
I speak it now with a number tongue on the throat
Youngest son runnin’ from older quotes
Thou shall not sin, thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill
Thou shall not turn your back on those in need
I try to flip, but these government switch
Keeps me at this chosen speed
I’m just a rose in weeds
And I rolls with reasons to stay on this road I lead
Till I leave with what I sow, my souls in these
Leave my son with the sum of what I sold in deeds
I’m folding y’all
Probably heading for the pin like bowling balls
Kept it directed at the pen and wrote it for y’all
This what hustlaz do
And you ain’t did it till a hustla do
And you ain’t know it till a hustla knew
And you ain’t done till a hustla’s through
I’m a customer too
This what hustlaz do
And you ain’t seen it till you seen it from a hustlaz view
Open your eyes, this a hustlaz song
God forgive if this hustla’s wrong
It takes a lot of patience, when you takin’ it on
A lot of pacing, a lot of makin’ it known
I ain’t the n**** to be placin’ it on, I was the king of this city
Now they replacin’ the throne
I know it’s a lot of hatin’ waitin’ at home
And she ain’t waiting, you can hear the bass in her tone
Like she can’t make it alone, a broken home
And she either brace for the bones
All this from just embracin’ the phone
A lot of ballin’ up letters, a lot of erasing the poems
A lot of comin’ to grips with the fact that you gonna be facing alone
All this time, all this time you was wrong
Through the whatever happens I got you
And when whatever that happens that happens
They was happy to drop you
No letters or shoes, no cheddar
You mom sold sweaters, she feels no better
This what hustlaz do
And you ain’t did it till a hustla do
And you ain’t know it till a hustla knew
And you ain’t done till a hustla’s through
I’m a customer too
This what hustlaz do
And you ain’t seen it till you seen it from a hustlaz view
Open your eyes, this a hustlaz song
God forgive if this hustla’s wrong