J. Cole - Knock Tha Hustle (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Cozz] Yeah, third take, n***a Cozz & Effect, n***a Yeah, yeah, I got to Yeah, yeah, yo, uh [Verse 1: Cozz] Jealousy holding enemies hostage Eventually the penalty will come and haunt ya Hennessey memories leaving me nauseous But the Hennessy makes the melodies awesome So instead of me talking I'm steady jotting And steady plotting on how to gain spaghetti toppings You know that parmesan, that cheddar, mozzarella The list goes on and on you know my heart is strong I'm a young phenomenon It's like these people keep forgetting It's always the least expected who ends up getting it So don't tell me bout no n***as hating What's the point if I hear Mr. not giving a f** with a joint in his ear Put that steak on his plate the sirloin disappear Empty gut I'm hungry man, the guns pointing this year I'm feeling like I'm dealing with children boy I'm k**ing n***as already trying to bite styles You break a tooth if you bite down b**h I go way too hard [Hook 1: Cozz] Cause I've been in this hood dog for way too long man I've been quiet for way too long Been patiently waiting, can't wait too long dog I've been broke man for way too long No hot water for way too long You can't knock the hustle it's way too strong Man we're way too strong [Verse 2: J. Cole] d**h to the imposters, label me the king My dreams could win Oscars, my n***as turned mobsters My white friends doctors, fatherless child Listen how I got this knowledge is wild Streets taught me, speak softly n***a watch from the crowd Cause any n***a that's loud, just want attention and eventually blaow No fake n***as allowed in my circle dawg You been through half the sh** I been through it'll hurt ya dawg Tread softly, my n***a moving state to state running late watch 'em Tryna avoid state troopers, that's the weight watchers Run this dope set this cake till they say "Gotcha" Or till the fat lady sings, and n***as hate operas And Oprah hate n***as Make no mistake that we know the stake still, we hope to make over eight figures Slim chances, but n***as bet against the odds and who am I to criticise how you play your cards dawg [Hook 2: J. Cole] Cause I done beat the odds going way too hard I been getting slept on for way too long I been patiently waiting for way too long I been quiet dawg for way too long You can't knock the hustle dawg it's way too strong It's way too strong I said you can't knock my hustle dawg it's way too strong It's way too strong [Verse 3: J. Cole] Look, I never admit it, tryna get my brother acquitted Yo' tell the judge I be happy to pay him off if he's with it My flesh and blood, hauled off to the cell I search for heaven as I see him getting lost in this hell Headed for coffin or jail, to never try is the ultimate fail But love is wanting more for someone than they want for themselves Deep, I guess I love a lot Because the more I do my thang the more I feel the guilt and shame that my brother's not Reminisce as we was kids screaming "f** a cop" Guess he took it serious, for me that sh** was just for props Arms too skinny to hug the block I found comfort in my dreams of things seen on the screen of fortune and fame Decisions, decisions, the Porsche or the Range I take a trip back to the 'Ville only corpses remain Some of them n***as still breathing but they dead inside Victims of a genocide Tears fill my eyes dawg [Hook 3: J. Cole] Cause I've been out of touch man for way too long I've been out in Hollywood for way too long I've been, getting this paper for way too long I ain't called my pops back in way too long I done make my girl wait for way too long I wonder if I changed, am I way too on? Can't knock my hustle but It's way too strong It's way too strong [Outro: J. Cole] Cozz & Effect Dreamville Cole World Let me hear that back