I don't wanna be no Cliche
I got hoes in each state
I got hoes and these days
They all play games lik EA
I'm from the Heat play
Nmb where we stay
Can I jump off this PJ
And blow some smoke at the DJ
Cause he ain't playing that
Cursed losing focus, I'm losing focus feeling Cursed
Underrated and over working
Could be worse
Could be faded left under curtains
Let me work
I ain't playing round with my purpose
I got
Vendettas with you bitch ass industry niggas
You should know better
Ima rain, Ima rain, this is Mayweather
Knock em out hittem so hard he say never will I come round here
I got issues, I got problems that won't come round here
We got chevys old impalas on the run round here
If you hittem and you got em drop the gun round here
Watch the bodies start to pile up if they come round here
And I, can't lie I doubled up my pride
I had to realize when to open my eyes
Hit the huddle up, then run it up, then double up our size
If the safe, got a ton of stuff, a ton of us gon slide
When I Hustle at night
At night
Hustle at night
Yeah
You're the one that I
That I
Seem to always
Think of
When I hustle at night
Here we go
City kids with city flows
Let me in I'm bout to blow
Play to win but you should know
Not everything that glitters gold
Everything that's blue ain't diamonds
Everything that's clear ain't cold
Everyone who's here ain't yo
Friends
Let me coach you
I got love for some but so many I won't approach you
Know they like they money and for that bread they will toast you
And put you on a T-Shirts the only time they will post you
You know me well I got
Vendettas against you bitch ass industry niggas
You should know better
Ima rain Ima rain
This is Mayweather
Back on my feet and shit
I silence all the grievances
F*ck you and who you eating with
Can't lie I, opened up my mind I
Took the pain inside and I point it to my grind
Don't ask me why nigga I'm that guy
Just know I always go and get it
When I Hustle at night
At night
Hustle at night
Yeah
You're the one that I
That I
Seem to always
Think of
When I hustle at night
Who can I blame
For feeling insane
I'm losing my brain
Now I'm breaking these chains
I got blood on my name
I got blood on my face
And I'm stuck in this cage
Losing my way
What more can I say
Just praying for change
Who can I blame
King Hoodie - Hustle at Night Lyrics
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I don't wanna be no Cliche
I got hoes in each state
I got hoes and these days
They all play games lik EA
I'm from the Heat play
Nmb where we stay
Can I jump off this PJ
And blow some smoke at the DJ
Cause he ain't playing that
Cursed losing focus, I'm losing focus feeling Cursed
Underrated and over working
Could be worse
Could be faded left under curtains
Let me work
I ain't playing round with my purpose
I got
Vendettas with you bitch ass industry niggas
You should know better
Ima rain, Ima rain, this is Mayweather
Knock em out hittem so hard he say never will I come round here
I got issues, I got problems that won't come round here
We got chevys old impalas on the run round here
If you hittem and you got em drop the gun round here
Watch the bodies start to pile up if they come round here
And I, can't lie I doubled up my pride
I had to realize when to open my eyes
Hit the huddle up, then run it up, then double up our size
If the safe, got a ton of stuff, a ton of us gon slide
When I Hustle at night
At night
Hustle at night
Yeah
You're the one that I
That I
Seem to always
Think of
When I hustle at night
Here we go
City kids with city flows
Let me in I'm bout to blow
Play to win but you should know
Not everything that glitters gold
Everything that's blue ain't diamonds
Everything that's clear ain't cold
Everyone who's here ain't yo
Friends
Let me coach you
I got love for some but so many I won't approach you
Know they like they money and for that bread they will toast you
And put you on a T-Shirts the only time they will post you
You know me well I got
Vendettas against you bitch ass industry niggas
You should know better
Ima rain Ima rain
This is Mayweather
Back on my feet and shit
I silence all the grievances
F*ck you and who you eating with
Can't lie I, opened up my mind I
Took the pain inside and I point it to my grind
Don't ask me why nigga I'm that guy
Just know I always go and get it
When I Hustle at night
At night
Hustle at night
Yeah
You're the one that I
That I
Seem to always
Think of
When I hustle at night
Who can I blame
For feeling insane
I'm losing my brain
Now I'm breaking these chains
I got blood on my name
I got blood on my face
And I'm stuck in this cage
Losing my way
What more can I say
Just praying for change
Who can I blame
I got hoes in each state
I got hoes and these days
They all play games lik EA
I'm from the Heat play
Nmb where we stay
Can I jump off this PJ
And blow some smoke at the DJ
Cause he ain't playing that
Cursed losing focus, I'm losing focus feeling Cursed
Underrated and over working
Could be worse
Could be faded left under curtains
Let me work
I ain't playing round with my purpose
I got
Vendettas with you bitch ass industry niggas
You should know better
Ima rain, Ima rain, this is Mayweather
Knock em out hittem so hard he say never will I come round here
I got issues, I got problems that won't come round here
We got chevys old impalas on the run round here
If you hittem and you got em drop the gun round here
Watch the bodies start to pile up if they come round here
And I, can't lie I doubled up my pride
I had to realize when to open my eyes
Hit the huddle up, then run it up, then double up our size
If the safe, got a ton of stuff, a ton of us gon slide
When I Hustle at night
At night
Hustle at night
Yeah
You're the one that I
That I
Seem to always
Think of
When I hustle at night
Here we go
City kids with city flows
Let me in I'm bout to blow
Play to win but you should know
Not everything that glitters gold
Everything that's blue ain't diamonds
Everything that's clear ain't cold
Everyone who's here ain't yo
Friends
Let me coach you
I got love for some but so many I won't approach you
Know they like they money and for that bread they will toast you
And put you on a T-Shirts the only time they will post you
You know me well I got
Vendettas against you bitch ass industry niggas
You should know better
Ima rain Ima rain
This is Mayweather
Back on my feet and shit
I silence all the grievances
F*ck you and who you eating with
Can't lie I, opened up my mind I
Took the pain inside and I point it to my grind
Don't ask me why nigga I'm that guy
Just know I always go and get it
When I Hustle at night
At night
Hustle at night
Yeah
You're the one that I
That I
Seem to always
Think of
When I hustle at night
Who can I blame
For feeling insane
I'm losing my brain
Now I'm breaking these chains
I got blood on my name
I got blood on my face
And I'm stuck in this cage
Losing my way
What more can I say
Just praying for change
Who can I blame
Writer: Jean Raymond Jean-Philippe
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