God Hustle

[Intro/Chorus: scratched sample]
—get to my level but you don't hustle enough
Hus—hustle enough
Hus—
You wanna get to my level but you don't hustle enough

[Verse 1]
Fact is you don't hustle enough, I had to work for this stuff
In the way of mine, a [?] bust
Only in the dollar bill we trust
Wish my niggas the best of luck, coz some niggas wanna body us
I keep a .380 handy to leave niggas sandy, understand me?
Your whole family
Escape with Tammy to Miami, I'm feelin' dandy, rollin' candy
The government wanna ban me
Want me catchin' bullets like Randy, wanna blam me
Hit you with a three-to-five mandy
Scrammed in the GT, seats candy
Pullin' saran wrap out the pantry
Satellites up, so you niggas can't scan me
You can't stand me 'cause my rap style nasty
Raw and raspy, but like The Carter, I'm jazzy
I'ma die a martyr, or more fancy
Stashin' MACs in the mob-drove taxi

[Chorus: scratched samples]
You wanna get to my level but you don't hustle enough
Hus—hustle enough
Hus—
You wanna get to my level but you don't hustle enough (louder)
Stabbin' the track with both hands, together, before, forevermore with it (yeah, yo, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, check it)
You wanna get to my level but you don't hustle enough

[Verse 2]
I like to grind for more dibs
So I hustle like a single mom with four kids
We grind for more shit, it's no bullshit
Hoppin' out the whip with fly kicks
Just 'cause you idolize that kind of shit
She rock a flow, I idolize that kind of shit
Analyze her hips, she lookin' kinda thick
On some honest shit, keep it modest
You here because my rap style demolish, I promise
Open up your eyelids, this just how I rap on autopilot
I can have the sky lit, leave your bitch with more mileage
The four polished, if any beef, it's more violent
Sink my teeth in any beef, the foe tyrants
We cold pirates when it comes to cream, keep a magazine loaded
Tha God Fahim left his head exploded
I learned to count cash, can't afford it
And you don't get the message, you can't code it

[Chorus]
You wanna get to my level but you don't hustle enough
Hus—hustle enough
Hus—
You wanna get to my level but you don't hustle enough (louder)
Stabbin' the track with both hands, together, before, forevermore with it (yeah, yo, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, check it)
You wanna get to my level but you don't hustle enough