Street Hustlin' - Raney Shockne, Stella Moon

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Everyday I’m hustlin'

Everyday I’m hustlin'

Everyday I’m hustlin'

Everyday I’m hustlin'

Everyday I’m hustlin'

Everyday I’m, everyday I’m, everyday I’m hustlin'

Ev-ev-ev-everyday I’m hustlin'

Everyday I’m hustlin'

Ev-ev-ev-everyday I’m hustlin'

Ev-ev-everyday I’m, everyday I’m, everyday I’m hustlin'

Everyday I’m hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'

Hey yo, Rick Ross

I had the wild coke connect from niggas from South America

My Guyanese niggas used to hit me off, ha ha ha ha

Flipmode bitch, yeah

Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross

Now I think you niggas know what it is

See when the Reaganomics of it was poppin' off

We used to get that inconceivable pop

Rick Ross, go 'head and talk to 'em

Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I’m the fuckin' boss

Seven forty-five, white on white that’s fuckin' Ross

I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What)

I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back

I’m in the distribution, I’m like Atlantic

I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic

I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega

He owe me a hundred favors

I ain’t petty nigga, we buy the whole thang

See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine

My roof back, my money rides

I’m on the pedal, show you what I’m runnin' like

When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights

He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes

Everyday I’m hustlin'

Ev-everyday I’m hustlin'

Everyday I’m hustlin'

Ev-everyday I’m hustlin'

Everyday I’m hustlin'

Everyday I’m hustlin'

Everyday I’m hustlin'

Everyday I’m, everyday I’m

I’m on this shit too, I know ya can’t believe

Just call me claustrophobia I leave no room to breathe

While other niggas done lived see I create a scene

Then I get up on my grind and I hustle to another level to another extreme

Amphetamines, weed the empire that I’m building

Even got a coke connect through Pablo Escobar’s children

Heard what I said bitch, Pablo Escobar’s children

They call me whenever they manufacture the coke shipment

Whenever there is a drought and we need to place an order

I holla at Manuela Escobar, Pablo’s daughter

From Columbia through Bahamas, Florida Keys border

Yes, the hunger for enchilada gets hotter please call her

She gets me coke that makes bodies numb once ya fingers in it

So white, the coke got a sparkle like she got crystals in it

Look, out of town my gangsta’s bubblin'

See I will flip and sell you any drug cuz I be hustlin'

We never steal cars, but we deal hard

Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard

I caught a charge, I caught a charge

Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard

Ain’t bout no funny shit still bitches and business

I’m on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs

Major league who catchin' because I’m pitchin'

Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he’s finish

I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens

They flyin' over Pacific to be specific

Triple C’s you know it’s back we holdin' sacks

So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that

Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows