| Cookin' Soul'
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| Uh, uh
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| It’s Hussle
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| It’s Hussle, yeah
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| Where we left off on volume 2, I’ma pick you back up on volume 3
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| You know, uh
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| You gotta get up and go make this shit happen, my nigga
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| I told you
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| Every day my shit get bigger and better, my nigga
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| I was just in the county jail, nigga
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| No bail, nigga
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| Look, look
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| That I would be the best rapper, yeah, I knew it then
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| Used to tell my mama 'bout the houses we’ll be movin' in
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| 'Cause fast money took my focus off this music shit
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| 'Til Johnny Shines introduced me to his Jewish friend
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| Damn, before you ball, gotta grind first
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| 'Cause the Palazzo’s a far cry from Brynhurst
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| Them niggas never really figured that it might work
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| I had faith, gave my life, now my life’s worth
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| So much more than money’s ever meant
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| I’m gettin' love in every city you ain’t never been
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| The Sheriff told me roll it up, was focused ever since
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| Dreams come true, young nigga, I’m the evidence
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| That’s only if you put the effort in
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| Some of 'em gon' die, others’ll get life in the pen
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| Now, just sit with that and let it sink in
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| Now get your money up and make sure you ain’t one of them
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| Hussle |