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Hustle & grind
The work is a schedule, not a mood. Lyrics are 163 of 174 lines; interviews are 11. Pusha T has 9, Future 8, Nipsey Hussle 8, J. Cole 7, and Jeezy 7, out of 79 artists. Jeezy's "Let's Get It" and "Soul Survivor," both from 2005, contribute two lines each. Cardi B's "Bodak Yellow" (2017) has two lines. Nipsey Hussle's version of the method is "I just didn't quit." Pusha T's nine split between DAYTONA (2018) and It's Almost Dry (2022). Of 163 lines with a year, 83 are in the 2010s, the busiest decade here. Benny the Butcher's "5 to 50" and Jadakiss's "Why" (2004) add two each.
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
When you’re not fed with a silver spoon you learn to lick it off a knife.
If I wasn't in the rap game
I'd probably have a ki, knee-deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot
I don't dance now, I make money moves (Ayy, ayy)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Because I've never known a live one that represent me
Coke like a caterpillar, I make butter fly
I used to sell dope, nigga, now I can't vote (Vote)
Gettin' bread every day, I graduated from biscuits
I don't do karate, so why lil' shawty wanna kick it?
Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt?
I live by the beat like you live check-to-check
If it don't move your feet, then I don't eat
Oh well, guess you lose some and win some
Long as the outcome is income
The more you sweat in training, less you bleed in combat
Black entrepreneur, nobody did us no favors
Nobody gave us shit, we made us
I'm not gon' lie and portray, um, this ultimate poise
Like I been had it figured out
Nah, I just didn't quit
I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked"
Oh you're broke? *gunshots* Now you're dead broke
Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week
Being a feminist is being equal to do what a man do. Niggas hustle, and I hustle niggas.
We said a oath when we was kids, forever break the law
I used to hit the kitchen lights, cockroaches everywhere
Hit the kitchen lights: now it's marble floors, everywhere! (haha)
I'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man
I got a few mil' but not all of them rich
What good is the bread if my niggas is broke?
What good is first class if my niggas can't sit?
That's my next mission, that's why I can't quit
Like keep grindin', boy, your life can change in one year
And even when it's dark out, the sun is shinin' somewhere
My grandma told me, "If you write your name in stone, you'll never get the White-Out"
I grinded out that black hole, then performed up at the White House
A fraternity of drug dealers ringin' off
I just happen to be alumni
Too legit, they still lookin' at me with one eye
Only in America could you find a way to earn a healthy buck
And still keep your attitude on self-destruct
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
It's a small world, so you better guard your secrets
And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it
Life is a gamble, we scramble for money
I might crack a smile, but ain't a damn thing funny
College was a plan of mine until I seen them fees
Everything I ever needed, I done learned out on them streets
Let's cram numbers, easily
The only rapper sold more dope than me was Eazy-E
How could you ever right these wrongs
When you don't even write your songs?
Everybody here was born to hustle
It's a very thin line between the boss and the muscle
But I've been workin' on myself and that's the most important work, even if you don't get paid for it, shit
Now I remember, I used to be cool
'Til I stopped fillin' out my W-2
Went from makin' tuna sandwiches to makin' the news
I started speakin' my mind and tripled my views
I am a diamond cluster hustler
Queen bitch, supreme bitch
Laughed at my rise like my motion was funny
Yes, ashy to classy, my lotion is money
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
Why you don't stack instead of tryin' to be fly?
When the ideas are coming, I don't stop until the ideas stop because that train doesn't come along all the time.
Labels used to treatin' rappers like a slave, nigga
Starvin' artist, "Just be happy with your fame, nigga"
Shit changed, now it's such a different game
All the niggas like myself is controlling everything
Fuck it, I'd rather sell reefer than do pizza delivery
My hard work finally catchin' up with perfect timin'
Rappers aren’t the really rich ones. We all have nice houses with studios and cars, but you need a piece of someone’s business to be super wealthy
I'm the connection that you need when they say it's a drought (Drought)
'Cause it's not really a drought, them other niggas just out (Out)
And I'm the plug you gotta have when they say the river's dry (Why?)
'Cause it's not really dry, they just ran out of supply ('Ply)
You too deep in it to quit, I know the pain of it
You love the game but knowin' that the game doesn't
Love you back, love the fact this the same struggle
City to city, we products of the same hustle
This year, I learnt how to take care of business
Next year, I'll learn how to play the guitar
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally's and Cazals with black frames
Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heines and Beck's
People think hustlin is cool (cool), all hustlin is live
They don't understand hustlers only hustlin to survive
Never mix my feelings with my dealings (Never)
I rock shows by myself
Ain't no backup, ain't no help
Ain't no nigga put me on
Ho, I earned all my respect
I started from the basement, made it to the skyscrapers (Straight up)
You've got to be more into money than chicks. Your brain has to operate differently.
Reportin' live from the fuckin' gutter, bitch
I got power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA
I got hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (Yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
Came a long way from extension cords in the window
Borrow neighbor's power just to plug up the Nintendo
Nobody gave me nothing, this is just where I landed
Yo, been in rich places, sick places
See, my story six thousand, six hundred sixty-six pages
Wages, I rolled six aces
And at the same dice game, I caught six cases
I won't even come out the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me (Huh?)
JAY-Z couldn't even co-sign for me
I do what I want 'cause I'm signed to me (Damn)