Hustle & grind: Page 3

Dance contest for the smokers

I predict snow, Al Roker (If you know, you know)

I only ever looked up to Sosa

You all get a bird, this nigga Oprah

I went from powdered milk and Farina

To flippin' burgers on the grill for some peanuts

At Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas

Still appeal to the dreamers

Give him some vag', I'm gettin' a bag

Give him some ass, I'm gettin' some Raf

Just keep on bein' the voice, I'll be the hero

And everything I got is a profit, started with zero

Pull up in motorcades, I got a show today

This all I'm tryna do, hustle and motivate

Choppers a throwaway, hustle the Hova way

That's why they follow me, huh? They think I know the way

Eviction notices all on the door

Take out trash for some school clothes

I'm the one that the streets chose

And the outside cold, but the boy got heat

Shout out to them girls who go where the money go

So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet

In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat

Hit somersaults without the net

But this'll be the year that we won't forget

Hustle on the block, who gon' save the children?

Man it's all a plot and I'm just revealin'

The media just tryna make a villain

This ain't a wave or phase, 'cause all that shit fades

This lifestyle's forever when you made

Make your first million and don’t make it your last

Don’t come if you ain’t ready, don’t try to make it too fast

You can’t learn shit, if you never make it to class

Yo, I put the truth on every page I jotted

Shit, cops and robbers, niggas be bound to get them dollars and cents

They get in a slump, like baseball players, when they short on they rent

Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ay)

Pray but work hard at the same time. People just be waiting for stuff to happen. You gotta get up, especially in a world like this.

Pitching yayo like Dontrelle Willis (What?), we the trillest

On the mound, I'm holdin that whole South down, I know you feel us

In these ten crack commandments, I'm Moses, yeah

ARs do your body like folding chairs, sit down

I believe hard times made me like this

I don’t leave the studio, I like makin' hits

There’s some broken relationships that I can’t fix

It was visionary, either I'm genius or you niggas scary

Maybe it's both, and this balance I deliver daily

For every nigga in these streets tryna feed the babies

The single mamas working hard not to miss a payment

They must forgot I'm the reason the whole hood ate

You don't make a G a day you can't sit in the spot

Never slack, never overreact, let your money stack

Look at where you're going and not where you at

You gon' get there if you work hard

When you make it, you'll get exactly what you work for

I'm tryna win, don't care how I do it, just know that I did it

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit

Everything you get you gotta work hard for it

See, before I knew an A&R, I was weighin' hard

Back when Nicki Minaj was in a trainin' bra

Should've been a dentist, mom said it pain's the way that my craft expresses

Born in a little shop of horrors that I can't even afford to rent in

Damn, G, the spot's gettin' hot

So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?

Police looking at niggas through a microscope

In L.A. everybody and they mama sell dope

No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show

She use what she got to get whatever she don't got

People wanna say it's just my time

Brothers like me had to work for mine

I get money to kill time, dead clocks

I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem's what I'm reppin'

Tell my niggas quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second

Never disrespected plus I'm well connected

With this coke that I imported, just important as your President

I'ma double my W's working

Everything that you see in these verses

Is the same when you see me in person

Well, it's Bun B, bitch, and I'm the king of movin' chickens

Not them finger-lickings, stickin' niggas that be trickin'

Wonder where this started from, the facts are frightening

Richard Pryor's flame gave birth to pipe dreams, now we here

And I'd like to give a shout out to my niggas with a game plan

And shout outs all my niggas with escape plans

I can't tell you where I'm goin', just know I won't stop

Goodbye to the bottom (Yeah), hello to the top, yeah

Build, work, build, work, build, work

Fall down, fail, learn, learn, earn, earn and conquer

If you was really sellin' coke, well, then what the fuck

You stop for, dummy? If you slew some crack

You'd make a lot more money than you do from rap (Ha-ha)

Thinkin' of a master plan

'Cause ain't nothin' but sweat inside my hand

So I dig into my pocket, all my money spent

I write knockout songs, you spit punchlines for money

Oooooh, Hustlers 'R Us

My game sharper than the elephant's tusk

Nah nigga, yeah, we never stop

No period like menopause

I'm the new hip-hop Madonna, I'm the trap Grace Jones

I don't know what type of motherfuckin' crack they on

I'm like Carrie Bradshaw with a back brace on

I been carrying you bitches now for way too long

Kilogram Kickstarter, push a brick harder

Left my elbow in the pot, à la Vince Carter

If kilograms is the proof

I done sold the golden goose

I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue

Cocaine's Dr. Seuss

Ain't no shame, ladies do your thing (C'mon)

Just make sure you ahead of the game

I was servin' my auntie when she was a dope head just to go and cop Dolce

I don't take naps

Me and the money are way too attached to go and do that

Rule number 1: I can't do business with a stranger

Contract killers comin' when I feel endangered

'Cause pimpin' ain't easy but it sure is fun

Say, nigga, I keeps my rims clean, shinin' through a dim scene

Got your bitch' pussy wetter than the captain of the swim team

Maybach tinted, "'Scuse me, sir, but ain't that rented?"

I'm offended, straight cash for my Benzes, we don't pay back interest