Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love of the Hustle, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 29.05.2019
Song language: English
Love of the Hustle |
| For the love of the hustle |
| (Niggas love the hustle) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Niggas levelin' up when they know the level is us |
| If I buy a watch I’ll bust it or even bezel it up |
| They know my jeweler got a 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 opps, thought they was real, but they was tellin' on us, uh |
| Don’t give a fuck, I got that celibate touch |
| Made a couple mill off weed when they was mailin' it, uh |
| Rolls Royce truck with the suicide doors |
| She was five-ten, without the shoes, five-four |
| Penthouse eatin' meals on high floors |
| My man took a hit, couple mill in a dry war |
| Eyeball, John Wall, couple killers, they on-call, I |
| Matter of fact, scratch that |
| They probably wouldn’t catch that |
| Probably couldn’t see like where the ruler got his patch at |
| Bust it all down, where, where the latch at? |
| All my idols, they was false prophets |
| Talk about the plug, we ran off on the socket |
| Shit, to start talkin' war, we went and bought some rockets |
| Let me chill here |
| They stay solo as shit, it ain’t in no way sweet |
| 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 feelin' like you rich |
| Ayy, ten toes to the G-code |
| Even then, stay loyal to your people |
| For the love of the hustle |
| Brick to the face like you Deebo |
| Now you got to gather all them people |
| Now you duckin' from the RICO |
| For the love of the hustle |
| Ten toes |
| For the love of the hustle |
| Shit, millionaire minded, I sould kill 'em with kindness |
| Instead I’m blowin' smoke as I’m fillin' my nine clip |
| Had to tell a ho that I’m still in my prime, bitch |
| Upstairs rollin' up, eatin' dinner at Prime, bitch |
| I will still choke a bitch out then give her the Heimlich |
| It’s always gang-gang, I need my niggas to shine because |
| We’re stuck up in the realest of time |
| Yeah, I wore a camo band, Richard Mille for the time |
| Two hundred bucks for a watch, niggas would kill for the time |
| Every time I speak to my lawyer I’m gettin' billed for the time, so |
| Tell 'em make it sweet, every word got a price on it |
| Should we cop furs in his and hers, and what they write on 'em? |
| Maybach Benz, it never ends with the light on it |
| Off-white hoodie that say off-white on it |
| Grandma plae, I put the beige off-white on it |
| Drive by blocks that I played all night on it |
| They stay solo as shit, it ain’t in no way sweet |
| 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 feelin' like you rich |
| Ayy, ten toes to the G-code |
| Even then, stay loyal to your people |
| For the love of the hustle |
| Brick to the face like you Deebo |
| Now you got to gather all them people |
| Now you duckin' from the RICO |
| For the love of the hustle |
| Ten toes to the G-code |
| For the love of the hustle |