Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hustlaz, artist - Lupe Fiasco.
Date of issue: 17.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hustlaz |
Uh huh |
Talk to em |
It’s what hustlaz do |
This is a hustaz song |
This hustlaz gone |
Let me tell you what this fellow like |
Caught somewhere between stop and go like yellow lights (uh huh) |
Hustlaz 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 wife |
It’s hot, just the block calling a 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 |
Bustin' back at all of y’all like I trained |
Apologizing to all of y’all I blamed |
This is what hustlaz due |
And you ain’t did it til a hustla do |
And you ain’t know it til a hustla knew |
And you ain’t done til a hustla’s through |
I’m a customer too |
This what hustlaz do |
And you ain’t seen it til you seen it from a hustlaz view |
Open your eyes, this a hustlaz song |
God forgive if this hustlaz wrong |
It’s bigger things so we Cosa Nostra |
Striving to be number one til I overdose |
I speak in there with a number tongue or 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 |
Til I leave with what I sow, my soul’s 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 is what hustlaz due |
And you ain’t did it til a hustla do |
And you ain’t know it til a hustla knew |
And you ain’t done til a hustla’s through |
I’m a customer too |
This what hustlaz do |
And you ain’t seen it til you seen it from a hustlaz view |
Open your eyes, this a hustlaz song |
God forgive if this hustlaz 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 nigga 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 is what hustlaz due |
And you ain’t did it til a hustla do |
And you ain’t know it til a hustla knew |
And you ain’t done til a hustla’s through |
I’m a customer too |
This what hustlaz do |
And you ain’t seen it til you seen it from a hustlaz view |
Open your eyes, this a hustlaz song |
God forgive if this hustlaz wrong |