[Intro]

What do you want

What will you do to get it?

What do you want

What will you do to get it?

What do you want

What will you do to get it?

[Chorus]

You betta

Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle

That word doesn’t even make sense any more

[Verse 1]

Awards don’t mean shit

But I put ‘em on my resume

Picture me rich

Shootin porn in an Escalade

Nawww fuck that

Go to war for minimum wage

Pour that venom and rage in morbid, lit-up displays

Don’t trust anyone who’s never worked service

Got a job and 401K and they think they deserve it

Little Lena Dunhams

With pеanut butter to beat each othеr off

And reach the circle jerk verdict

Of “hey, we really earned it!”

Burn it down

We gon make the place

Ball hard

Walkin home on Trinity

Like we All Stars

Playin’ Mario Kart with a cop car

Switch it up

Blue shell a Becky and fuck bein’ a rockstar

Shot callers get blocked caller list dunked

Starfucker y’all but you never got to come

Broke rapper on a scooter and I burnt your truck

Yeah you just insecure you never learned to fuuuuu

My generation murdered every industry

And we included ourselves in the killing spree

Cuz it’s kill or be killed

And we took the deal willingly

Save the receipts and bill it to the twitter feed to show the people who killed the trees

That we really really

[Chorus]

Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle

That word doesn’t even make sense any more

[Verse 2]

You got your yoga and your juice bar and your cyclin’ class

I write my raps to an iPhone app till it dies low batt then I grind my stash

Until these rich white ladies decide that they might like rap

I’ll fire back with a slight eye mack

On divorcees while they like to ask is

“Why define me by the times I'm havin'?

Just wait till I get my license back

I bet can have any guy I ask

'cept for that rapper th at guy is wack and he

Actually thinks he understand how I've adapted

Fuck that he must be high on crack his chances of gettin'

Pussy are exactly as high as the odds that I'll buy a cat

Wait”

[Chorus]

Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle

Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle

Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle Hustle hustle

That word doesn’t even make sense anymore

[Bridge 1]

They dead inside already so we might as well kill ‘em

They dead inside already so we might as well kill ‘em

They dead inside already so we might as well kill ‘em

They dead-a they dead-a dead-a they dead-a they dead-a

[Verse 3]

They didn’t pay attention so

So now they fallin’ behind

That’s that kinda stress where you can’t tell if it’s all in your mind

Or if it’s part of your life

That little demon keeps on crawlin’ inside whisperin’

“they’re dope as fuck you know that shit’s hard to deny”

And you start to devise a plan that takes up all of your time

To follow the lie they told because it’s hard to describe

The high of standin’ on bodies

I watch my carcass arrive

As you witness the portrait of a young artist in his prime

Hard work pays off

If you get a raise at the day job

And you’re lucky, connected, on antidepressants

Meet the right people make good impressions

Course you’ll need that inheritance, so hey mom

Oh and stay online 24/7

To play off today’s daily trendin’

So clock them 80 a week and then get paid for 11

Making you bleed but baby you was praying to eat

So never sleep when the plate is heavy

Then maybe you’ll make a livin’

‘Less you have babies or need medicine

Then raise it on Venmo

Till then hate every second

If you don’t, you wasted your energy

[Bridge 2]

You so hungry don’t you know how that greed go

Kill your dream like Freddy till you can afford your dream home

I’m so hungry don’t I know how that greed go

Kill your dream like Freddy till I can afford my dream home

He so hungry don’t he know how that greed go

Kill my dream like Freddy till he can afford his dream home

This Is God

[Verse 3]

Murder murder

You heard of it but we learning it

Too many bodies on the daily keep the furnace lit

These rappers pay an arm and leg just for a tourniquet

That’s a little first aid humor for the nurses here

Fuck Andrew Jackson

Now my money ain’t evil

Stackin’ Tubmans to the ceiling

Til we run into the sequel

Rowdy Roddy Piper in my glasses at the Apple Store

I’m out of bubblegum I’m gonna beat your ass then grab some more

Hustle hustle hustle hustle

That word doesn’t even make sense anymore