This is a song about "Hustle the god"

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

That’s, broken but someone just lacks the hustle,

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

She can't get enough of the hustle dream team

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

To knock the hustle for real

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

If hustle is the only way out, well lets do this

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Im a god on the mic