Hustlaz - Lupe Fiasco

Uh huh

Talk to em

It’s what hustlaz do

This is a hustaz song

This hustlaz gone

Let me tell you what this fellow like

Caught somewhere between stop and go like yellow lights (uh huh)

Hustlaz so I gotta get it mellow right

Down the block, around the clock, bezel like

I roll like cherry red jell-O dice

Watch, just the pot calling the kettle wife

It’s hot, just the block calling a ghetto wife

This Paul McCain is my ball and chain, mi amor

Hopefully I won’t fall and hang

Like pictures on the walls of halls of fame

It’s just a boy man, look at what it all became

Good and all, but look at what all remains

All the floor and thangs, marks from all the claws and fangs

The remarks from all of y’all that changed

Bustin' back at all of y’all like I trained

Apologizing to all of y’all I blamed

This is what hustlaz due

And you ain’t did it til a hustla do

And you ain’t know it til a hustla knew

And you ain’t done til a hustla’s through

I’m a customer too

This what hustlaz do

And you ain’t seen it til you seen it from a hustlaz view

Open your eyes, this a hustlaz song

God forgive if this hustlaz wrong

It’s bigger things so we Cosa Nostra

Striving to be number one til I overdose

I speak in there with a number tongue or the throat

Youngest son runnin' from, older quotes

Thou shall not sin, thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill

Thou shall not turn your back, on those in need

I try to flip, but these government switch

Keeps me at this chosen speed

I’m just a rose in weeds

And I rolls with reasons to stay on this road I lead

Til I leave with what I sow, my soul’s in these

Leave my son with the sum of what I sold in deeds

I’m folding y’all

Probably heading for the pin like bowling balls

Kept it directed at the pen and wrote it for y’all

This is what hustlaz due

And you ain’t did it til a hustla do

And you ain’t know it til a hustla knew

And you ain’t done til a hustla’s through

I’m a customer too

This what hustlaz do

And you ain’t seen it til you seen it from a hustlaz view

Open your eyes, this a hustlaz song

God forgive if this hustlaz wrong

It takes a lot of patience, when you takin' it on

A lot of pacing, a lot of makin' it known

I ain’t the nigga to be placin' it on, I was the king of this city

Now they replacin' the throne

I know it’s a lot of hatin' waitin' at home

And she ain’t waiting, you can hear the bass in her tone

Like she can’t make it alone, a broken home

And she either brace for the bones

All this from just embracin' the phone

A lot of ballin' up letters, a lot of erasing the poems

A lot of comin' to grips with the fact that you gonna be facing alone

All this time, all this time you was wrong

Through the whatever happens I got you

And when whatever that happens that happens

They was happy to drop you

No letters or shoes, no cheddar

You mom sold sweaters, she feels no better

This is what hustlaz due

And you ain’t did it til a hustla do

And you ain’t know it til a hustla knew

And you ain’t done til a hustla’s through

I’m a customer too

This what hustlaz do

And you ain’t seen it til you seen it from a hustlaz view

Open your eyes, this a hustlaz song

God forgive if this hustlaz wrong