Lyrics Conway The Machine – Had To Hustle

Had To Hustle Lyrics – Conway The Machine

Singer: Conway The Machine
Title: Had To Hustle

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist
I told ’em ready or not, just give me my shot, family don’t care if they feel me or not
I had ambition to go in and get it, I never got into beggin’ a lot
I was the youngest youngin out the team, all I had was a dollar and a dream

I had a hustle with nowhere to sleep, nowhere to go and I know where to be
But I know where I’m goin’, sh#t, you rollin’ with me, that sh#t is snow in the foreign
I run it up, used to stand on the corner, had to be goin’ to war when it warm up
We do us, don’t give a f#ck ’bout your runner, tryna take care of my baby, my mama

I know these people don’t love me, so f#ck ’em, I’m losin’ people, I feel like it’s karma
Mama keep tellin’ me to make a will, I trust my heart to tell me where I’m goin’
Only feel this pain, never show it, and my heart smile when we scorin’
Get my dick sucked from a foreign, put my wrist up ’cause it’s glowin’

Got a stick tucked, but it’s showin’, in the Benz truck, money snowin’
Couldn’t see me on they best days, investments, this a chess game
On they side, sayin’ checkmate, on they side, sayin’ checkmate
I’m on they side, sayin’ checkmate

Use their b#tch house for a rest place
Nobody gave me nothin’, I struggled
I had to hustle
I got my sh#t out the mud

And they ain’t show me no love
Nobody gave me nothin’, I struggled
I had to hustle
I got my sh#t out the mud

And they ain’t show me no love (They ain’t show me no love)
Yeah
Federal tans, state greens, county oranges
Identified by colors and numbers, that’s just how they on it

Prisons got inhumane conditions, COs wildin’ on us (Pssh, this sh#t f#cked up)
Yeah, it’s different now
These new n#gg#s have you thinkin’ they gangsters, but really proud informants (You ratted, n#gg#)
Shit, one of my n#gg#s went to trial and lost it, he gon’ hold it down regardless, huh (Free my dawg)

Federales still tryna surround the office (Hah)
Think the label funded by drug money, but now I’m corporate
From pumpin’ product on the porch to jumpin’ out of Porsches
Accomplished all this since I recorded “1000 Corpses” (Woo)

State of the art security system around my fortress
Gun in my hand that shoot a hundred rounds if you force it (Brr)
That’s why I don’t come around too often
I would hate to have to down somebody I thought was my n#gg# tryna cross me (Uh huh)

Yeah (Talk to ’em)
It ain’t no respect for the codes, these n#gg#s disrespectful to they own mothers (For real)
I even seen n#gg#s be jealous of they own brothers (For real)
Integrity questionable, that’s why I don’t trust you

Bad energy, sh#t don’t go right for you, that’s karma though
That’s why your bank account ain’t got no commas though (Hahahaha)
For they own decisions, they never wanna be responsible (Pssh)
Honestly, it ain’t nothin’ about these n#gg#s honorable

I tell ’em
Nobody gave me nothin’, I struggled
I had to hustle
I got my sh#t out the mud

And they ain’t show me no love
Nobody gave me nothin’, I struggled
I had to hustle
I got my sh#t out the mud

And they ain’t show me no love (They ain’t show me no love)
Listen, uh, federal investigations (They rattin’)
Indictments bein’ placed on n#gg#s out here paper-chasin’ (Get a bag)
Ain’t have no money for the stu’, recorded in the bas#ment (In the bas#ment)

Now I wake up with the option, drive a Lamb or Wraith ’em (What you drivin’, man?)
Bet twenty bands on races (Frr, frr)
I woke up, I heard they took my lil’ man from me (Damn)
It’s f#cked up, I watched him grow up since a damn youngin (Since a jit)

Runnin’ up and down the block with my lil’ cousin’ (Since a kid)
They said he took a couple shots to his head and stomach, tell me somethin’ (Can’t believe it, what)
Police come, won’t tell ’em nothin’ (What), twelve kick a door, just know we runnin’ (We runnin’)
Fourth down, we ain’t puntin’ (Nah), might throw it, might run it (Might run it)

Got the trap, it was jumpin’ (It was, what), know the packs, they was comin’ (They was comin’)
Took a bird from Cleveland back to LA like I’m Drummond (Like gang)
Know the glizzy got a drum in (Grr), live a band, b#tch, we drummin’ (Bah)
All my n#gg#s head-huntin’ (What), forty interruptin’, sh#t is so disgusting (So disgusting)

Can’t nobody tell me nothin’ (Nah), I really like who I’m becomin’ (I do)
Turned nothing into something (I did), turned nothing into something
Nobody gave me nothin’, I struggled
I had to hustle

I got my sh#t out the mud
And they ain’t show me no love
Nobody gave me nothin’, I struggled
I had to hustle

I got my sh#t out the mud
And they ain’t show me no love (They ain’t show me no love)
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