
Hustle Divinity (melo/work)
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- cloud rap
- gangsta rap
- 2010s
- lo-fi hip hop
- southern hip hop
Lyrics
Verse 1
Smoke rising out the rental
Got a lead foot on the pedal
Black Smurf moving heavy through the venue
Paper piled up high on the menu
Fifty thousand tucked inside the denim
Haters mad cause I only spit the venom
Back to back I'm winning
Non-stop till my head start spinning
Still the same nigga from the dirt
Put a hole in his designer shirt
Doing business while I'm lounging
Stacks taller than the mountain
Stuffed the trunk with every single brick
Hundred rounds it’ll do a magic trick
Started small now we moving whole units
Got the underground acting like some students
No breaks no mercy
Drink a bottle when I'm thirsty
Bagging up the profit till it's early
Leaving every single hater feeling pearly
Signed a deal with the Devil just to flip it
Every city every zip code yeah I trip it
Pulling up we let the engine roar
Poured a gallon on the marble floor
Big checks coming through the mail
Still ducking every trip to jail
Sold out every seat within the building
Calculating money like a billion
Nigga please stay back
Moving ghost in the pitch black
Evil hustle got my spirit moving steady
Hundred bullets if you think you really ready
Hustle god walking on the water
I'm the king I don't need a father
Grip the iron let it spray
Better move out the way
Coming for the title and the crown
While I burn the whole city down
Verse 2
Twelve years and I'm still counting
Money flowing like a fountain
Gave the bag to my mother
Then I shared it with my brother
Purpdogg on the track he got it jumping
Hear the bass in the trunk keep on thumping
Packed the house from the front to the rear
I'm the only nigga that they really fear
Selling souls at the door for a ticket
Life is sticky like a cricket in a thicket
Had to grind had to bleed
Now I'm planting every seed
Built a fortress in the shadows
Win the war and all the battles
No surrender no retreat
Dragging bodies through the street
Keep a thirty hanging from my hip
Watch the blood start to drip
Never trust a nigga with a grin
Cause he’s probably living in a sin
Moving silent moving fast
Got a fortune that’ll last
Smoking till my lungs turn grey
Fuck what all the critics gotta say
Thousand dollar boots on the concrete
Never tasting no defeat
Turn the lights out
Let the fight out
Burn it all down to the ground
Silence is the only sound
Nigga watch the throne crumble
I ain't never being humble
Power in my palm
Before the storm there was a calm
Evil energy it’s flowing through my veins
Breaking all the rules and all the chains
Check the scoreboard nigga I'm the goat
In a mansion by the water on a boat
Keep it rolling till the morning sun
Another mill then the job is done
Hustle god standing tall
Watch the empires fall
Sell the venue out in minutes
Money got no limits
Rest in peace to the weak
I'm the monster that you seek
Final chapter on the page
Purest form of the rage
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