Lupe Fiasco - Hustlaz Song lyrics

[Intro] Ah ha Talk to 'em It's what hustler's do This is a hustler's song This hustle is gone [Verse 1] Let me tell you what this fellow like Caught somewhere between stop and go like yellow lights Hustler so I gotta get it mellow right Down the block, round the clock, bezel like I roll like cherry red Jell-O dice It's Was, just the pot callin' the kettle white It's hot, just the block callin' the ghetto wife This Paul McCain is my ball and chain, mi amor Hopefully I won't fall and hang Like pictures on the walls of halls of fame It's just a boy man, look what it all became Good 'n all, but look at what all remains All the flaws and things Marks from all the claws and fangs The remarks from all of y'all that changed The bustin' back at all y'all I trained Apologizing to all of y'all I blame [Hook] This a hustler's due And you ain't did it til' a hustler's do And you didn't know it til' a hustler knew And you ain't done til' a hustler's through I'm a customer too, it's what hustler's do And you ain't seen it til' you seen it from a hustler's view Open your eyes, it's a hustler's song God forgive if the hustle is wrong [Verse 2] It's bigger things so we Cosa Nostra Striving to be number one til' I overdose I speak it now with a number tongue all year through Youngest son runnin' from older quotes Thou shall not sin, thou shall not steal, thou shall not k** Thou shall not turn your back on those in need I try to flip, but these government switch Keeps me at this chosen speed I'm just a rose in weeds And I rolls with reasons to stay on this road I lead Til' I leave with what I sow, my sole in these Leave my son with the sum of what I sold in deeds I'm foldin' y'all, probably headed for the pin like bowling balls Kept it directed at the pen and wrote it for y'all [Hook] [Verse 3] It takes a lot of patience when you takin' it on A lot of pacin', a lot of makin' it known I ain't the n***a that be placin' it on I was the king of this city, now they replacing the throne I know it's a lot of hatin' waitin' at home And she ain't waitin' you can hear the ba** in her tone Like she can't make it alone, a broken home And she the brace for the bone All this from just embracin' the phone A lot of ballin' up letters, a lot of erasing the poems A lot of comin to grips that you gonna be facin' alone All this time, all this time you was wrong But you know whatever happens I got you And you know what happened done happened They was happy to drop you No letters and shoes, new cheddar Your mom sold sweaters, she feels no better [Hook]