Nipsey Hussle - The husssle way lyrics

Look Do I love it do I lust it Struggle of a hustla Life of a banger And d**h is no stranger I know em like it's ken to me took a few friends from me It all make since one day eventually I guess so Granny said it happen and it's ment to be Just let go But I can't this sh** keep itchin me like Them n***as outta line how they came through Shot em in his face point blank left his brains blue Now who gone go for em Probly be the same crew Wen bangin is yo religion it's like it's sayin not to A lot n***as ain't cut from that same cloth They might give em space Gotta play it safe Cause hard n***as turn holy wen they catch a case I still bark real talk I'll never fake On hide park late night still chop a 8th and grind with the homies Serve dime with the homies From dope spots peekin out blinds with the homies still lookin for a better way The smokers keep comin droppin work in they bucket another day another dollar to make And I be on the block All night grindin I don't take no breaks I be on the block All day grindin I don't take no breaks I be on the block All night grindin I don't take no breaks HEY Cause I do it the hustle way I'm in a 85 regal no tent you see clear through Young n***a Lookin life in the rear view burner on my lap Kush in my ash tray And that's how I'm a play it till my last day I''m used to gettin money in the fast lane And I only f** with b**hes that be nasty Leather and wood My money is good And I'm like a young celebrity in every hood Gold ropes for the crew chrome spokes on my coupe two seater Then I take off the roof like katrina And slide like a vise up slauson in a beamer Call me wut you want just don't call me a dreamer Cause mines is reality Grind no salary I came along way from sellin grams off gramercy Bolders off brindhurst And sevens off slauson Now I got options Now I got it poppin Look Take away my granny blessins I be history Them bullets cause shot through my lac wouldn't have missed me Come to my hood say my name I ain't no mystery I'm probly in the spot fillin hustas energy In the kitchen countin cash watchin c**ain chemistry Cookin into crack I wus look into rap hard to focus on my dreams wen I'm lookin at the facts Shootin down the street now I'm lookin at my mack And you can tell just lookin at the facts it's a coffin or a cell if you young and you black With ya name on it Still every car pa** bang on it If you gone do it Do it right and put that thang on you You to deep in it to quit I know the pain of it You love the game but knowin that the game doesnt Love you back love the fact this the same struggle City to city we products of the same hustle