the hustle - dunn d lyrics
[verse]
my mind connects like boots to pavement
the plot thickens, fl!ckin’ through the pages
the hustle adds up ‘til i’m losin’ patience
what’s rightfully mine and the mood to take it
see? i set a standard, with moves, i make ‘em
the robert johnson, i’m singin’ blues to satan
back on the rebound for the music, chase it
no time to heal when we bruised and grazed up
rap’s python, seen in a tight grip
no, sick, the sh*t, best keepin’ a tight lip
make money, get coin, freakin’, the fly sh*t
rhyme pimpin’, other c*nts are free in this life, b*tch
nightstick, f*ck around and get your tribe split
barter up for bills, son, down to fetch a quiet quit
predispose predators pouncin’ on our style tip
waitin’ for the next drop, counterfeiters eyes fixed
collect rent, you a c*nt on my tick list
you’re paper, take a seat, act the front o’ my sh*t list
so please deal a better seat or flush when this king hit
playin’ blind, bluffin’ like it’s none o’ ya business
jackpot, crackshot, hittin’ a bullseye
true speak and i play percentages, full price
steady on, just like with anything, took time
detour from what’s up ahead of us, hook right
shake it up, i erupt like a can o’ coke
gimme the reins and i run like an antelope
outlook all f*cked up with a chance to blow
highlander showdown, trust that i’ll stand alone
business is business and mates are mates, and
b*tches are b*tches and fakes are fakes, and
snitches are snitches and snakes are snakes, i’m like
steady, f*ck ‘em all, time to make some pay
i keep tellin’ my missus soon that i get it sorted
stormy weather see me move into better waters
all priorities tuned to the cheddar sourcin’
feet firm for me to move up the peckin’ order
ain’t the one to play chicken, fool
years on that low rates, underpaid criminal
it’s that type o’ sh*t that made me run away, literal
older i get, more stubborn, stay critical
thinkin’ o’ schemes while i’m walkin’ the streets
keep my head above water, find a portion for cheap
put a bic to the side, that’s important to me
couple years down the track, be supportin’ my seeds
call what i see, stayin’ boss to the biz, right
slave to the dollar for a profit in this life
low profile when the costin’ to live high
puttin’ my finger on the problem we live by
yeah, i drink to that, douse the depravity
f*ck reality and cloud the insanity
cream, get the money from the crowd systematically
cash rules everything around me, the strategy
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