Aye, I've been doin' alot in my time
E'rybody's got they' own type of struggle, in life
I know, I'm the only one who gives a fuck about mine
So, I'ma do what I gotta, to come out the grind
I'm talkin' 'bout changin' things
In this game, I've seen some stranger things
Shit was upside down, I had to rearrange
I know what the fuck I'm 'bout, I got that heater, mane
An', I pull that motherfucker out, and I let freedom ring
Yeah, I've been livin' lower than the gutter, bro
Inside, I'm hurt, but outside, I'm that motherfucker, yo
Fake friends, lookin' for ends, but I don't fuck with doh's
It's two sides to my mind, I like to juxtapose
Been bustin' flows, since I was twelve years old
And my heart beat red, but yours primrose
I go off in the woods, with nothin' but a hair pick, bro
An', come out of that motherfucker, wearin' a bearskin coat
I'm self-made wid-it, rappers better get to fuckin' grave diggin'
So, they got somewhere to lay, if they try to play wicked
I caught you lyin', you was like, "I don't know what to say, Wicked"
Yeah, that's 'cause we don't speak the same languages
We don't relate, you could never fuck with the same bitches
We don't relate, you could never ride with the gang business
Y'all living fake, its your greatest wish just to hang with us
That be the day, hell freezes over and flames finish
Unh, yeah, bitch, I'm on my job, bitch, I'm on my job
Unh, yeah, I've been going hard, do it for my dawgs
Unh, yeah, haters, there's a lot, and I say, "Fuck 'em all"
Unh, yeah, by the grace of God, I will never stop
Y'all give me the reason, to give it the heat, and go deeper to see, what I'm made of
My life is what happens, when you keep it real, and give yourself an ultimatum
Get it a dime, keep your integrity, even when enemies spit in your eye
Unity's doomed, if they wish to divide
Put an end to me, but bitch, I'm alive
I don't give a fuck 'bout being famous
Get between me, and the money, it get dangerous
Make a little money, make some changes
All I talk is hustle, that's the language
That's the language, unh, that's the language
All I talk is hustle, that's the language
That's the language, unh, that's the language
All I talk is hustle, that's the language
Yo, I'm lookin' back at the world, that I came up
Like, damn, how the fuck, did I make it alive?
Look at you, with hatred, so deep, in they eye
They want you addicted, and leave you with nothin'
But, enough to leave you sleepin', left behind
Wake up, get your grind on, it's your time to come, and
Cake up, shout out, cannonize the homies, yellin'
Say what, in this game, we keep diggin', til' we hit pay dirt
Motherfucker, I'm a player, don't let 'em, give me the mic
I might get wicked, I come in, and kill 'em
An', y'all are not ready to die, mmm
Think of a reason, to let 'em keep breathin'
An', I don't have memory, or thought, mmm
I guess, it's over, then, bitch, I'm a soldier, they're gonna compare me to Pac
I'm takin' bodies, they momma gon' bury a box
Come against me, that's a piss, in the wind
Make a mess out of ya'self, and then, go diss me, again
Deep inside, they wanna ride, they just wish we was friends
Hopin' we would go together, like some Stimpy and Ren's
But, this ain't animated, if you plan to make it
You gon' have to play with people, who gon' hate it, no matter which way it lay
It's a sick and Twizted game, but I know how to navigate it
I keep Jesus, as my Savior, and this hustle as my languages, unh
I don't give a fuck, 'bout being famous
G, get the money, it get dangerous
Make a little money make some changes
All I talk is hustle, that's the language
That's the language, unh, that's the language
All I talk is hustle that's the language
That's the language, unh, that's the language
All I talk is hustle that's the language
Yeah, so fuck the speculation, and all the separation
I'm on some reach, for greatness, and fuck the perpetrators
Scatterin' Wicked on the track, that's the murder makers
Y'all smell it cookin' in the kitchen when the burner blazin'
Strike me down in anger, and I'll return an angel
Sent back to burn the hateful, and put em' in the graveyard
My momma met John Elway, back when she was a waitress
He was an asshole to her, that's why I rep the Raiders
The 3-0-3 is dangerous, we keep a couple stainless
I know a couple killers, they make it quick and painless
I keep my player's pushin', hopin' one day, he save us
Roll up this Cali-kush, an' me, an' the homies blazin'
Think about leavin' the world for our children, a better one than we came up in
Where money's the mission, and it ain't about all the drinkin', and smokin', and fuckin'
'Cause, I will not be the one leavin', 'em stuck in a world without knowledge of nothin'
I'm talking 'bout hustlin, and leavin' this fucker a legacy, liftin' us up, man
Let's go!
I don't give a fuck 'bout being famous
Get between me, and the money, it get dangerous
Make a little money, make some changes
All I talk is hustle, that's the language
That's the language, unh, that's the language
All I talk is hustle, that's the language
That's the language, unh, that's the language
All I talk is hustle, that's the language