G'IYAZ - H.U.S.T.L.E lyrics

Intro: G'Iyaz... Tally ho! (Verse 1: G'IYAZ) Woke up in the morning Missed the early jogging My boss buzzed multiple times, I gotta call him Cos I, need that bling bling So I go ring ring Bursting the heat, couple of deals till my dream real Scanning, as I be paving the way No bar on the note, hardly taken a day Still I, facing challenges Straight in 'em faces My fears? Embraced it Patting my back like it's your dream, chase it Need a condo, (Kondo) gotta get da green(Dagrin) yo Trim sleep, pick biz quick and gap my pillow My steelo real deep, ain't childish stuff like Gambino Pablo Escobar pa**ing in that hard kilo Hit naira notes, next plan is to roll a dollar The hustling going round like a Roller coaster Crossing borders, grab G's then I manifest Oh you folks think it's a bluff? Catch me at Memphis! Hook: H.U.S.T.L.E, my hustle Grind, play, sleep, wake, work, write, I love you (X2) (Verse 2: G'IYAZ) Been to hell serving time, mehn that trip be heavy Gulped some bottles with Satan and we took a selfie Now I'm burning with desire Faded still, hoping I be copping all those things I require In no time, eyes laced on the rolex Cashing out, dating a fine chick with 'em bowlegs Damn! And the music feed my soul Like a striker with a role Balling till I reach my goal Uh Mercurial change of my mind's a revolution The definite conclusion; my choices be my evolution Never knock the hustle Right I'm stucked in this battle My shield of faith slightly blocking all 'em beef, ha**les Mida's palm, and that's exactly what G'IYAZ be Real like the prominent bars King Jigga Spill I stay focused and blunt looking for better things Steel heart, bone the waves, don't let the leather peel! (Hook x2) (Verse 3: King Henry Viii) I beez on the grind, the beat dope? I be on the rhyme k**in Mcs, you try me? You be on the line Da mic reaper! Am known for sending geez on to God They call me rabbit, they know i'll be smellin cheese all the time Uh! Never slackin, am steady hustlin From coast to coast Feared and respected for all the microphones I'm Known to roast Rhyme subliminal, never ride on the minimal, rap's General, n***a am slittin guts and cutting throats The best motivation for the next generation, am destined For greatness and blessed, untest as the bravest When am rapping all the vets just embrace it Countless wacks wanna hate it, but my testament? Am destined for greatness yo The bars am spitting Both written and non written An epitome of sickness, no if and buts, they're just Wicked The bars is lifted, for every metaphor and pun i Spitted Yeah bruh i did it, now no way out like puff diddy! (Hook till fade)