Hustler - Instrument

Yeah Yeah, I got somethin' for this Na, na-na, na-na, yeah Pullin' people's cards is so cathartic (It is) We finished every beef a rapper started (yeah) I swear I'm 'bout to eat, Eid Mubarak I see my target (I got you) I want the throne and then I'm ghost like I'm Omari Hardwick Y'all Bonnie, Clyde, y'all got no heart Your money's Robert Jarvik Do a card trick, make your queen just disappear 'Cause I see in a week, what you see in a year Is brutal (yeah) the hate was futile You Google me and see how fruitful all this is 'Cause what I do for all these kids is give 'em confidence Y'all givе 'em drugs and early coffins, it's astonishin' But I'm off this shit, I'm polishin' my approach To be morе Hov like (Hov like) Some dudes don't like me 'cause they know I'm what these hoes like My future's so bright, the biggest rapper Without a co-sign Momma on the coastline Media sendin' blitzes but I got angels on my old line Y'all must think you're God or somethin' (you not) To think y'all actually got the power To be stoppin' somethin' (you trippin') That's been decided already (true) Your favorite model, well, I bet I been inside it already (facts) Your favorite car, I bet I drive it already, damn I do what I'm born to do, you do what you're told I don't think I ask for much, just give me what I'm owed Man, they tried to give me two but I made 'em give me four Opportunity ain't knock, so I had to build the door Bust it down, Cuban link, bust it down Fuck my ex, you know my next I'm fuckin' up, not fuckin' down Not fuckin 'round, I want the crown That's non negotiable And if I haven't reached my goals, I'm not approachable Don't talk to me, I'm agitated (agitated) I know I made it but I still feel like I haven't made it Guess that's just the hustler in me (yeah, that's cool) Yeah, Jake One

Don't make this complicated My old school candy painted I hustle hard When I come through they like "oh my God - that nigga clean" From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz And move it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby I come through, I had the hoes like "who he?" Seats in the old school Louis Shoes and the belt buckle Louis We don't need more details now do we? Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion You gonna need Cartier frames to see my vision It smells like cream mixed with weed, this is classy and hood Drama llama time, nigga, what's good? Domino's, motherfucker, it's time to collect Stack paper like I'm trying to fix the national debt I'm just doing what I wanna do, I trip these set This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz And move it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby Get on my level, bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with We talk market and distribution and politics Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the whole block I sell the chip of a whole rock, 10 dollars a pop I'm a magnet, the bitch can't help but watch me Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace, Versace, Versace Designer threads in every form of fashion I express myself so the question I'm askin' Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit? We ain't promised tomorrow, nigga, go on and get the shit That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing In case you ain't notice this a Queens thing From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz And move it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby Oh, it's cold out here It's my kind of weather, I'm cold blooded It's 50 When I come through you see me In the Suburbans that's bulletproof, bomb proof, leather six, what else? When I go hard I go hard When I don't want you to see me I switch it up I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera In the back like "ooh wee" We rolling I hustle, man, it's what I do, man Wait, niggas gon' try and tell me how to do this?