Hustle Video (MV)

When I wake up in the morning
I hop out, I'm all in
On the spectrum of colors, my soul is so f*cking blue
Bitch, are you riding?
I curse, you curse with me
Ms. Daisy, she's been crazy, crazy
I hustle, I hustle, I huste
Girl, I know you feeling me
Hold up, who's that person trying to see me
Roll up, pour up
My vibe, don't f*ck up
F*ck an office job
I'm a get a lifetime blow job
This system just putting lies down our throat
Ain't no one going to tell me what to do
I see, I see, I see
I'm everything they want to be
She got the magic tricks, like a witch
Hell at the bottom, ain't f*cking lovely at all
Like trees in the autumn
Spark it up, girl
Drop it down, girl
Smoky leafy crop, don't you stop
Time is money and we burning every tick tock
Same squad riding around the block
Sexy mommy's, this the Arabian Gulf tsunami
My dawgs locked up in a pound
Starving in they own town
Now, I'm feeding the family
My roots go deep, which equals a higher tree
And larger branches
It's dangerous outside
I stay grinding to get my bags, my bags, my bags, my bags

I said bitch are you riding?
I'm wilding
You know what's up when I'm sliding
Can't be a bitch to this system
Middle finger up, all the way, all the time
Maybe throw up a peace sign
Lack of education
Heavy medication
Sick and tired of indoctrination
Labor, labor, labor
Throwing some f*cking flavor
She feeling victorious
I make her feel glorious, until I'm illustrious
From the roots of the land, truest warriors
Under pressure, under pressure
Bitch I catapult, can't be giving you a free lecture
Them bills have a smooth texture
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up
You know what's up, you know what's up
Insane, lion pendant on my chain
Gold grillz, inked chest, a humming caress, burned nest
Not too friendly, when I'm starving like Ghandi
She got that heart and that mind
I'll give you everything you like
Get my mom a crib and a ride
I'm a f*cking paradox
Girl, lets ride, lets ride
Girl, lets fly, lets fly
All perfect timing, all perfect timing
We alright, we alright

Time to stack them dollars
Them pesos
Them dinars and euros
She wants that soul sex
I give it to her good
Stay humble, still f*ck like a savage
Not your typical hipster
Tipsy motherf*ckers trying to give me a tipster
No love for the minister
Less friends, more enemies
How does that feel? F*cking great, I'm a rare species
I ain't leaving, until they remember my name
Bitch, I took all the pain
Holding no shame
And f*ck all the blame
They let me out of my cage
I'm wildly untamed
F*ck being in a lower class
I hustle, upgrade my status and get the cash
Rocking my Nike's
Unshakeable psyche
My dick's worth a million
My mind's worth a billion
My heart's worth a trillion
Yeah bitch, I assign the cost
Young and rich
My intuition says that million dollar check is coming
Confidence, old spice
Stir it all up with sugar and spice
And everything nice
Paper, paper, paper
Wake up and get the paper
Hustle, hustle, huste
Get up when I stumble
Picked it out the rubble
You'd think I got gold in my muscle, ha
It's time to get the money y'all
Turn dreams into reality