This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
I do it
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
(Hustle, hustle, ha)
Same old shit (shit), just a different day (day)
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house), baby need some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting hard (hard), guess what I'ma do (do)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Okay now, big bank in my pocket
Double up with my profit
See the shit, then I cop it
Gimme that-that there and then drop it
Homie, hold up with my mojo
Peep the whip and that logo
Twenty-fours and they low pro
I bet she fuck and I know so
Nigga, ain't no doubt about it
Ridin' round with that rocket
Load it up and I cock it
Send 'bout a couple off in your noggin
Hear them 808s and they knockin'
Whole club and they rockin'
Rose in them buckets
All my homies up in here vibin', nigga
Big shit in my household
Real niggas, I die for
Creepin' off in that Tahoe
All about that de l'argent
Nigga, don't stop the party
We be gettin' gnarly
Oh, kimosabe, homies chiefin' like a Marley ('cause it's the)
Same old shit (shit), just a different day (day)
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house), baby need some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting hard (hard), guess what I'ma do (do)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Okay now, all I know is hustle
Get it off the muscle
Black is my attire
Keep them sticks off in that cupboard, nigga
I be going hard, bitch, I'm going hard
I just hit the mall
You just swipe the card
I'm with a couple Latin broads
I just do menage
Fuck you other guys
Pussy tellin' lies
Homie, free my nigga AG
Fuck you niggas, pay me
Swaggin' in my saline
Two door coupe Mercedes
I am too much for you busters
Bitches, I don't trust 'em
Fuck 'em once, I fuck 'em
Lust 'em, never love 'em
They won't play me for no sucker, play me for no paper
Make my bitches stomp her
Alpha zeta mega, better no one really on it
Drive it, bet I own it
Money is involved, better know I'm on it
That's wording to my mother
Gotta get it one way or another
I put that on my brother
I'm out here on the come up
But it's
Same old shit (shit), just a different day (day)
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house), baby need some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting hard (hard), guess what I'ma do (do)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
(Hustle, hustle, ha)
Same old shit (shit), just a different day (day)
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house), baby need some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting hard (hard), guess what I'ma do (do)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Okay now, big bank in my pocket
Double up with my profit
See the shit, then I cop it
Gimme that-that there and then drop it
Homie, hold up with my mojo
Peep the whip and that logo
Twenty-fours and they low pro
I bet she fuck and I know so
Nigga, ain't no doubt about it
Ridin' round with that rocket
Load it up and I cock it
Send 'bout a couple off in your noggin
Hear them 808s and they knockin'
Whole club and they rockin'
Rose in them buckets
All my homies up in here vibin', nigga
Big shit in my household
Real niggas, I die for
Creepin' off in that Tahoe
All about that de l'argent
Nigga, don't stop the party
We be gettin' gnarly
Oh, kimosabe, homies chiefin' like a Marley ('cause it's the)
Same old shit (shit), just a different day (day)
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house), baby need some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting hard (hard), guess what I'ma do (do)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Okay now, all I know is hustle
Get it off the muscle
Black is my attire
Keep them sticks off in that cupboard, nigga
I be going hard, bitch, I'm going hard
I just hit the mall
You just swipe the card
I'm with a couple Latin broads
I just do menage
Fuck you other guys
Pussy tellin' lies
Homie, free my nigga AG
Fuck you niggas, pay me
Swaggin' in my saline
Two door coupe Mercedes
I am too much for you busters
Bitches, I don't trust 'em
Fuck 'em once, I fuck 'em
Lust 'em, never love 'em
They won't play me for no sucker, play me for no paper
Make my bitches stomp her
Alpha zeta mega, better no one really on it
Drive it, bet I own it
Money is involved, better know I'm on it
That's wording to my mother
Gotta get it one way or another
I put that on my brother
I'm out here on the come up
But it's
Same old shit (shit), just a different day (day)
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a house (house), baby need some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting hard (hard), guess what I'ma do (do)
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle), hustle (hustle) hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
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