[Intro]
The world belongs to the patient man
Think much, speak little, write less
Go
[Chorus]
Gotta hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, grind, grind
You Gotta hustle, hustle, grind grind, hustle, grind
You Gotta hustle, hustle, grind grind, hustle, grind
You Gotta hustle, hustle, grind grind, hustle, grind
You Gotta hustle, hustle, grind grind, hustle, grind
You Gotta hustle, hustle, grind grind, hustle, grind
[Verse 1: Future]
Street hustler dedicated to the grind
Put my heart and my soul into every single line
Hit you with hot venom that'll move through your spine
Love it when [?]
Superior [?] is all mine
Motivational confidence, put it in their rhyme
Give you the taste of the streets and the life and hard times
Back in the lab, some hustlers writing raw rhymes
To the vibe of the beat, when it's turnt
Fuck around, and it's hot, you get burnt
I ain't your average everyday damn street scholar
Ridin' with some killers that'll pop yo collar
Stand down for [?] free dollars
Been knowin how to go and get that money
Stressed out, [?], big faced-hunnids
Cash look like [?]
Pop it open stat, make sure you got a bottle