Lyrics Love of the Hustle - Trav , Jim Jones

For the love of the hustle
(Niggas love the hustle)

(Jim Jones)
These Niggas levelin up
When they know the level is us
If I buy a watch I bust it
Or either bezzel it up
They know my. jeweler
Gotta hell of a touch uh
Make movies and even
My trailers is tough uh
Saw the boys when they
Was trollin the truck
I got ops thought they was
Real but they was telling on us uh
Don't give a fuck I got that
Cellibate touch made a
Couple mill of weed when
They was mailin it uh
Rolls Royce truck
Suicide doors she was
5'10 without the shoes 5'4
Penthouse eating meals
On high floors
My man took a hit
Couple million on dry war
Eye ball john wall
Couple killers they
On call
I.mehn matters of fact
Scratch that they
Prolly wouldn't
Catch that Prolly
Couldn't see it like
Where the ruler got
His patch at
Buss it all down
Where the. Where the
Latch at uh
All my idols
They was false prophet
Talk about the plug
He ran off on a socket
Shit they start talking
War we ran and bought
Some rockets
Lemme chill here
They say sols as shit
Leave em let em know
Where you sleep
Death gotta be free
Cause livin it ain't cheap
For the love of the hustle
Do anything just to eat
Brick and a half
Got you feeling
Like you meech... Uhh
Ten toes to the
G code it may bear staying
Loyal to your peeps
For the love of the hustle
Brick to the face
Like you deebo
Now you got em
Yelling on them people
Like you ducking from the
Rico... For the love
Of the hustle(for the love of the
Hustle)ten toes to the g code
(Ten toes nigga) for the love
Of the hustle
(Jim Jones)
Uh. Shit
Millionaire minded i should kill em
With kindness instead I am
Blowing smoke as I am fillin
My nine clip had to tell a
Hoe that I am still in my
Prime bitch upstairs rollin
Up eating diner at prime bitch
I will still choke a bitch out then
Give her that heimlich
Its always gang gang I need
My Niggas to shine because
We're Stuck up in the realist of time
Yeah i wore camo band Richard
Mille for the time two hundred
Bucks on a watch Niggas would
Kill for the time everytime I
Speak to my lawyer I am getting
Biilled for the time so tell em
Make it sweet because every
Word got a price on it
Should we cop furs in his or hers
With what they write on em
Maybach Benz and at the ends
With the light on it off white
Hoodie that says off white on it
Grandma place I put the beige
Off white on it drive by blocks
That I played all night on it
They say solo as shit
Leave em let em know
Where you sleep death
Gotta be free cause
Livin it ain't cheap
For the love of the
Hustle do anything just
To eat brick and a half got
You feeling like you meech
Ten toes to the g code it may
Bear staying loyal to your
Peeps for the love of the hustle
Brick to the face like you deebo
Now you got em yelling on
Them people like you ducking
From the Rico... for the love
Of the hustle ten toes to the
G code for the love of the
Hustle

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