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Educated Hustler Video (MV)




Performed By: Matt G
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Matt G




Matt G - Educated Hustler Lyrics




Aye if you've got the evidence go ahead arrest me then
I'm about to take a road trip I need to prep the van
You still owe if you need more pay the rest in advance
I'm probably about to start counting up if you see me stretching my hands
I be sleeping with the bag I'm tucking it in
I've been misused it's hard to trust my own friend
Thirty thousand feet in the sky I'm on my way to Japan
I'm in the bathroom on the airplane puffing a pen

I really thought that we were brothers
I opened up my eyes now I see your true colors
In the city windows tinted and I'm ducking undercovers
I'm running plays don't need a team or a huddle ha
I'm at the spot making it triple and making it double ha
Started moving different I kept getting into trouble ha
Left in the gutter all alone felt like I was gonna die
In the dark all by myself it left me mortified ha

They tryn' knock you off your pivot it ain't worth it bruh
I needed water they gave me spit inside a dirty cup
I read a letter from the devil and I burned it up
Then worked hard flipping a five until I earned a dub
I keep coughing told little momma rub some Vicks on me
Every time I make a big move I'm doing my jig homie
She ripped my heart out and started by cutting my ribs open
Matt G popping like it's some zits on him

I dumped the devil's body somewhere by the mangroves
Left the scene burning ganja riding in a range rover
All the ones I love turn that's how the game go
If you looked me in my eyes that's when you'd see my pain show
Educated hustler mixed with a king and a player
I put a red beam on a stick now I feel like I'm Vader
I'm not a rapper I'm an artist mixed with a prophet
Every time they ask me bout the sh I be switching the topic

I killed the old me now I feel like I'm the next to go
The rain was falling no umbrella I had felt alone
They don't know about my pain because it's never shown
Gold soul you might not see me but my presence known
I might pull the sh out just to set the tone
Bae I don't care about where you're from what's your credit score
To my fullest potential that's what I'm heading for
Tryn' lay my story out before they go switch the episode

I'm careful with what I consume because it's all chemicals
My vision different I be switching out the reticle
They said they loved me but it was only hypothetical
I'm probably out in Cali mixing cookies with the edibles
I'm eating a fruit basket on a Sunday morning
I'm with the Italians up North getting guns imported
You acting fishy and slimy like you covered in koi skin
I cooked an antidote up to get rid of the poison

Right now I'm running with the ball I can't pass it off
Tryn' lift the fam up on my back David Hasselhoff
Oh you down there at the store let me get a pack of Raws
I be eating off Iphones I got the Apple sauce
Whole lot for sale but my soul ain't in the catalogue
Aye why you sleeping on me that's what the mattress for
We at the mansion devil tryn' climb the castle wall
You can't ride my wave I'm in the deep end hitting cannon balls
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Aye if you've got the evidence go ahead arrest me then
I'm about to take a road trip I need to prep the van
You still owe if you need more pay the rest in advance
I'm probably about to start counting up if you see me stretching my hands
I be sleeping with the bag I'm tucking it in
I've been misused it's hard to trust my own friend
Thirty thousand feet in the sky I'm on my way to Japan
I'm in the bathroom on the airplane puffing a pen

I really thought that we were brothers
I opened up my eyes now I see your true colors
In the city windows tinted and I'm ducking undercovers
I'm running plays don't need a team or a huddle ha
I'm at the spot making it triple and making it double ha
Started moving different I kept getting into trouble ha
Left in the gutter all alone felt like I was gonna die
In the dark all by myself it left me mortified ha

They tryn' knock you off your pivot it ain't worth it bruh
I needed water they gave me spit inside a dirty cup
I read a letter from the devil and I burned it up
Then worked hard flipping a five until I earned a dub
I keep coughing told little momma rub some Vicks on me
Every time I make a big move I'm doing my jig homie
She ripped my heart out and started by cutting my ribs open
Matt G popping like it's some zits on him

I dumped the devil's body somewhere by the mangroves
Left the scene burning ganja riding in a range rover
All the ones I love turn that's how the game go
If you looked me in my eyes that's when you'd see my pain show
Educated hustler mixed with a king and a player
I put a red beam on a stick now I feel like I'm Vader
I'm not a rapper I'm an artist mixed with a prophet
Every time they ask me bout the sh I be switching the topic

I killed the old me now I feel like I'm the next to go
The rain was falling no umbrella I had felt alone
They don't know about my pain because it's never shown
Gold soul you might not see me but my presence known
I might pull the sh out just to set the tone
Bae I don't care about where you're from what's your credit score
To my fullest potential that's what I'm heading for
Tryn' lay my story out before they go switch the episode

I'm careful with what I consume because it's all chemicals
My vision different I be switching out the reticle
They said they loved me but it was only hypothetical
I'm probably out in Cali mixing cookies with the edibles
I'm eating a fruit basket on a Sunday morning
I'm with the Italians up North getting guns imported
You acting fishy and slimy like you covered in koi skin
I cooked an antidote up to get rid of the poison

Right now I'm running with the ball I can't pass it off
Tryn' lift the fam up on my back David Hasselhoff
Oh you down there at the store let me get a pack of Raws
I be eating off Iphones I got the Apple sauce
Whole lot for sale but my soul ain't in the catalogue
Aye why you sleeping on me that's what the mattress for
We at the mansion devil tryn' climb the castle wall
You can't ride my wave I'm in the deep end hitting cannon balls
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Writer: Matt G
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