Hustle - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Red Tips]

Pride isn't hard work, came together (100graham)

And understatement just to say that I'm clickin'

Came a long way from where I used to be

Yeah, the time's changed, you can't call me no rookie

It's all in a flick of the wrist

The way I maneuver made them demons wanna play hookie

God is the Judge and the Jury

So I'm killin' demons 'cause I know that He ain't gon' book me

This out of hand like a pocket

If I'ma drip, I know that God is the faucet

I took off like Hailey, no comet

I had to stay patient and work through the vomit

I asked God for the keys, He told me to wait on His time

And I put my hand to the plow and started grindin'

He gave me the light and now you see me shinin'

He told me to go

[Pre-Chorus: Red Tips]

So I gotta move quick, fast

I got the riches straight up out of rags

I got the ditches when I hit the gas

I got the Spirit, stuntin' like my Dad

He told me that the first is gon' be last

I had to, huh, I had to clash

We came up out of the trenches

If it's fourth an' inches, I move, runnin', we ain't gon' pass

Wait, I think that God is on to somethin'

And He ain't keepin' it lowkey

[Chorus: Red Tips]

They say if you don't work, you don't eat

So if you know me, you know that I

Grind, hustle, work, yeah

[Verse 2: Aable]

Look, I'm convinced that I can make

One excuse every day, every year

Sound legit, sound sincere

Last I checked, God was near, all along it's laziness

It's probably fear or lack of the clarity

Devil here tryna turn my life to a parody

I combat with sincerity

And the goal is, me and God got similarities, ayy, yo

Red Tips, uh, tell 'em we dump wine in the bread dips

Uh, tell 'em He provide, uh

Tell 'em we don't lie when somebody ask why we have left this life

You gon' find me on the guest list, I'm chillin' in heaven's banquet

We found a treasure that you can't go to the bank with

Not about ourselves, it's other brothers we bank with

Should have been in hell, but God, He made an arrangement

We so zealous, faith-filled fellas

Not picture-perfect, but still we develop

If we don't know the weather, you ain't even gotta tell us

Whenever God rain, we don't need the umbrellas, uh

My God made a way when I missed it

Turned a rude boy to a saint and a misfit

I don't pack a pistol, but the present's in the click-click

And I think it's time to go, so I gotta move