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I remember his hands And the way the mountains looked The light shot diamonds from his eyes Hungry for life Thirsty for the distance river I wanna see the son in the morning But the night keeps pulling me away I know its not good for me But i have to have a way to keep Hustle all day Hustle all night Hustle all day even though it aint right So i hustle all day hustle all night Hustle all day even though it aint right A life full of dreams a life full of tears A life full of motherfuckers living in fear When i write its like therapy like drinking a beer Hustle right get your muscle right lend me an ear Hustle right muscle through the night what do you hear Through the sirens and the shots still my thinking is clear Gotta make it through the sunrise Or at least till my pockets overflow And my funds get untied It turned real when the fun died When the hunger got real when the guns leave you sundry I can still hear my sun cry saying daddy where you going Not knowing that im rolling through the one time I give one rhyme for my homies I fly a kite because you know we'll never leave you lonely Motherfuckers say they real but you know they phoney Hustlin tryna touch a mil do you feel for me I wanna see the son in the morning But the night keeps pulling me away I know its not good for me But i have to have a way to keep Hustle all day Hustle all night Hustle all day even though it aint right So i hustle all day hustle all night Hustle all day even though it aint right My diamonds shine like the bumpers on my chevorlet And when i fall asleep i dream about getting paid Fuck getting laid i'd rather have that mighty dollar So i can buy some new shoes for my impala Because when im rolling through the hood I forget the drama Sipping Hennsey no stressing over baby mama And i wish i wouldve took that dream for my partner Maybe hed be here today drinking out the bottle Instead of spilling liquor out for the homie gone I thank the lord in troubled times Kept his soilders strong And my mom would be proud to see us in the day Even though i still struggle to keep that pain away And the paint on chevie call it money green But keep in mind all the problems that the money bring I put diamonds in my grill because yall just cheap Steak and Lobster on my plate watch what bosses eat I wanna see the son in the morning But the night keeps pulling me away I know its not good for me But i have to have a way to keep Hustle all day Hustle all night Hustle all day even though it aint right So i hustle all day hustle all night Hustle all day even though it aint right
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