This is a Public Service Announcement
A real hustler never sleeps
My mother weeps as I die in these streets
I collect dead presidents
Like Pokemon cards
My split personalities each got their own jobs
If it ain't about money then it don't make sense
If it ain't gain interest it ain't gain dividends
It ain't hard to hustle when you got that ris
There's too much money to make out here
From transporters to trapping to tattoos
Dope fiends boosting
Their drip for blue
When you build a fence the grass always green
All that matters is the cash comes out clean
Sex sells well and pimping ain't dead
That's why your baby mama giving me head
Pouring up and smoking up Welcome to the South
Know'm talmbout
A real hustler never sleeps
My father weeps as I die in these streets
I spent my last on cigars and a sack
Rolled up sold out and came right back
Kept it up until I had enough cash
Went to the homie and bought a $50 slab
Broke it down in twenties
And then I posted up
Didn't take long with everyone else at the club
Trapping in the trenches till I came up bitch
Damn right I got motherf*cking hustler spirit
Neighborhood superstars shining and grinding
Throwing up gang signs just to remind them
Feds be watching
But I think they're blind
Wrong house fool I done moved to the south side
Pouring up and smoking up Welcome to the south
Know'm talmbout
Blue - Hustle Town Lyrics
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This is a Public Service Announcement
A real hustler never sleeps
My mother weeps as I die in these streets
I collect dead presidents
Like Pokemon cards
My split personalities each got their own jobs
If it ain't about money then it don't make sense
If it ain't gain interest it ain't gain dividends
It ain't hard to hustle when you got that ris
There's too much money to make out here
From transporters to trapping to tattoos
Dope fiends boosting
Their drip for blue
When you build a fence the grass always green
All that matters is the cash comes out clean
Sex sells well and pimping ain't dead
That's why your baby mama giving me head
Pouring up and smoking up Welcome to the South
Know'm talmbout
A real hustler never sleeps
My father weeps as I die in these streets
I spent my last on cigars and a sack
Rolled up sold out and came right back
Kept it up until I had enough cash
Went to the homie and bought a $50 slab
Broke it down in twenties
And then I posted up
Didn't take long with everyone else at the club
Trapping in the trenches till I came up bitch
Damn right I got motherf*cking hustler spirit
Neighborhood superstars shining and grinding
Throwing up gang signs just to remind them
Feds be watching
But I think they're blind
Wrong house fool I done moved to the south side
Pouring up and smoking up Welcome to the south
Know'm talmbout
A real hustler never sleeps
My mother weeps as I die in these streets
I collect dead presidents
Like Pokemon cards
My split personalities each got their own jobs
If it ain't about money then it don't make sense
If it ain't gain interest it ain't gain dividends
It ain't hard to hustle when you got that ris
There's too much money to make out here
From transporters to trapping to tattoos
Dope fiends boosting
Their drip for blue
When you build a fence the grass always green
All that matters is the cash comes out clean
Sex sells well and pimping ain't dead
That's why your baby mama giving me head
Pouring up and smoking up Welcome to the South
Know'm talmbout
A real hustler never sleeps
My father weeps as I die in these streets
I spent my last on cigars and a sack
Rolled up sold out and came right back
Kept it up until I had enough cash
Went to the homie and bought a $50 slab
Broke it down in twenties
And then I posted up
Didn't take long with everyone else at the club
Trapping in the trenches till I came up bitch
Damn right I got motherf*cking hustler spirit
Neighborhood superstars shining and grinding
Throwing up gang signs just to remind them
Feds be watching
But I think they're blind
Wrong house fool I done moved to the south side
Pouring up and smoking up Welcome to the south
Know'm talmbout
Writer: Andrew Howard
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