HUSTLIN' by Brexton

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Huh, yeah
 
My whole life I been hustlin
 
Tired of the struggling, take it and then double it
 
Them bitches think I'm down for cuddling
 
Niggas don't fuck with him, in love with this
 
I'm barely functioning, fucking malfunctioning
 
Oh what is this? Pussy bitch ducking hits
 
Cuz he a fucking pussy watchin Bubble Guppies and duckin' shit
 
And we ain't duck from him, she suck my dick like suctioning
 
The fuck is up wit' him? Woah
 
 
 
They tryna pop out at me, it's puzzling
 
They stumbling, mama say my words be troubling
 
As a youngin I was just smuggling, my anger was bubbling
 
I was tunneling a way to you, yeah, these streets was bustling
 
My brother was always grumbling, I'm summoning
 
Satan to help me with all my fumbling, mumble rappers be mumbling
 
Me? I actually rap, all this shit I be juggling
 
I keep hustling, and hustling be humbling
 
Bitches bundling with each other, this drink I'm guzzling
 
She want me dead, yeah I get it, Imma go and publish it
 
She say, "No more publishing" I'm upcomng
 
Them bitches shuffling, I put my muscles in
 
The fuck they on 'bout? I know, this world you gotta hustle in
 
If you not hustling then you be struggling, yeah
 
Shit be muddy, fuck around, shit get bloody
 
I know they gonna try and flood me, okay, Patek, Rolex, no buddies
 
And I just wanna study (I just wanna-) she just wanna fuck me
 
(She just wanna-) And she just wanna touch me (she just wanna-)
 
I think she wanna love me (she wanna, woah)
 
But I can't love her back, that shit gives me heart attacks
 
Let's run it back, the fuck is up with that? I'm not loving that
 
They come from front to back, why you fronting bad?
 
Swear she fucking mad, she was fucking Dad, fuck that bitch, she mad
 
Imma get them fucking bags, fuck my dad, yeah, fuck my dad
 
I could care less 'bout him and his fucking acts
 
'Cause he be ducking action, why you ducking that?
 
I can't go out sad, who the fuck would even be in love with that?
 
Nobody-nobody gon' be in love with dad
 
(When I'm done with him-) We done with that, she running back
 
She always coming back (when I'm done with her-) she won't be fucking back
 
So keep that in your mind 'til your fucking death
 
(Can't trust her, gotta hold my breath, uh)
 
 
 
Huh, yeah
 
My whole life I been hustlin
 
Tired of the struggling, take it and then double it
 
Them bitches think I'm down for cuddling
 
Niggas don't fuck with him, in love with this
 
I'm barely functioning, fucking malfunctioning
 
 
 
Pussy bitch think he the shit but he really not
 
You think you're a God but you're not watch you fucking rot
 
I was shooting shots, I know God'll watch, woah
 
I just had to beat the odds, all them niggas get mad
 
I know they won't get back, my heart be jet black
 
I feel like I'm jet-lagged, had to take a step back
 
I really resent that, I gotta repent bad
 
How can I repent that? Sins, I disrespect that
 
I always would disrespect dad, I got me like ten stacks
 
I got me like ten racks, pussy bitch got a dead dad
 
Why the fuck would I accept that? You know I reject that
 
Now I got the big racks, got me like six stacks
 
This bitch won't get back, watch him just get bagged
 
Yeah, okay, please babygirl just stay back
 
All my niggas lay back, all my niggas be so laid back
 
Why the hell did you say that? I'm up inside the Maybach
 
These niggas sip Cognac, I know your love be a throwback
 
I'm in the Ativan, hope you know that, uh
 
Hop in the Wraith get his ass blown back
 
Her ass that she gonna throw back, her ass she's thrown back
 
I sometimes wish I could go back to nostalgia, but I know that
 
You don't miss the game, you miss being happy
 
That's what Albert said, now she be gettin' nasty
 
I call up 8_apsy, know she tryna stab me
 
She taking jabs at me, she drivin me madly, sadly
 
I didn't make it to the next day, woah-oh
 
She said she wish my ex would've stayed, woah-oh
 
I can't let her know how I feel (no-oh)
 
Imma shut up, eat my meal, Glockenspiel, I made a deal
 
With the devil, I regret it already, heartbeat slow & steady
 
Are you ready, Freddy? That's what my mama always said
 
Bitch we deadly, never friendly, she gon' be a dead B_
 
My dead G's they rest in peace, there's tens of me
 
But you're the only ten I see even in Tennessee
 
I got co-signs from everyone next to me, woah
 
And you was my ecstasy, but now you disrespecting me
 
So we were never meant to be matter of fact you're dead to me
 
So please just stop texting me and sexting me
 
I do kung fu, I can't love you, I cannot hug you
 
I'm like a thug too, I'm scared to touch you, I'm scared to fuck you
 
Cuz of commitment, forget it, forget this
 
You cannot be forgiven, fuck forgiving
 
I can't fix it can't fix this can't fix shit guess we're all beyond fixing
 
 
 
We're so broken (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
 
And we're misspoken (ah-ah-ah-ah)
 
If you haven't noticed (ah-ah-ah-ah)
 
I can barely focus (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, yeah-yeah)
 
We're so broken (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
 
And our hearts be frozen (ah-ah-ah-ah)
 
Your love is bogus (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
 
You're my opponent (ah-ah-ah-ah)
 
 
 
Can you fix my broken components and put 'em back together
 
Like nothing ever happened and maybe I'd feel better?
 
But I know it's merely a fleeting dream but whatever
 
Maybe you and I can be friends, uh, forever
 
Probably not but it's worth a shot
 
I can't lose everything I've got
 
I don't wanna fucking rot
 
I just wanna fucking see God
 
But I don't wanna die I wanna beat the odds
 
Ima soar like a sty and fucking fly so please watch
 
She want me to die so I'll cry in my room silently
 
Can we speak privately? She wouldn't die for me
 
She'd always lie to me but never lie for me
 
What a fucking sight to see, this darkness inside of me
 
Might come out and destroy you all
 
There's some things I don't enjoy at all
 
I'm not your toy, I'm not, oh-woah-oh-oh-oh
 
 
 
We're so broken (I am, we're so-, we're so)
 
And misspoken (God knows, o-o-o, God knows)
 
Nobody noticed (how we felt, how we felt)
 
And we can barely focus (can't look me in my eyes-)
 
 
 
Huh, yeah
 
My whole life I been hustlin
 
Tired of the struggling, take it and then double it
 
Them bitches think I'm down for cuddling
 
Niggas don't fuck with him, in love with this
 
I'm barely functioning, fucking malfunctioning
 
I can barely look you in your eyes
 
And you can't do the same
 
I guess I'll meet the Grim Reaper
 
Get her hot like she got a fever
 
I wish I could be neither
 
Scared to leave her or even believe her
 
Tried to reach out but I geeked out
 
Might just leave now 'fore I tweak out
 
Baby, what do you really need now?
 
B-B-bring the weed out..

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LyricalX
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