Knock Tha Hustle (Remix)

Yeah, third take, nigga

"Cozz & Effect," nigga

Yeah, yeah, I got to

Huh, yeah, yeah (Trauma Tone)

Yo, huh, jealousy holding enemies hostage

Eventually the penalty will come and haunt ya

Hennessy 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 niggas hating

What's the point if I hear?

Mr. Not-Giving-A-Fuck with a joint in his ear

Put that steak on his plate, then so long, disappear

Empty gut, I'm hungry man, the guns pointing this year

I'm feeling like I'm dealing with children, boy, I'm killing

Niggas already trying to bite styles, you break a tooth if you bite down

Bitch I go way too hard

I've been in this hood, dawg, for way too long, man

I've been quiet for way too long

Been patiently waiting can't wait too long, dawg

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 way too strong (yeah)

Death to the imposters, label me the king

My dreams could win Oscars, my niggas turned mobsters

My white friends doctors, fatherless child

Listen, how I got this knowledge is wild

Streets taught me, speak softly, nigga, watch from the crowd

'Cause any nigga that's loud, just want attention and eventually blaow!

No fake niggas allowed in my circle, dawg

You been through half the shit I been through, it'll hurt ya, dawg

Tread softly, my nigga moving state to state, running late, watch 'em

Tryna avoid state troopers, that's the Weight Watchers

Run this dope, set this cake 'til they say, "Gotcha"

Or 'til the fat lady sings, and niggas hate operas

And Oprah hate niggas

Make no mistake that we know the stake

Still, we hope to make over eight figures

Slim chances, but niggas bet against the odds

And who am I to criticize how you play your cards, dawg?

'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

Look, I never admit it, tryna get my brother acquitted

Yo, tell the judge I'll 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, "Fuck a cop"

Guess he took it serious, for me, that shit 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 niggas still breathing but they dead inside

Victims of a genocide, tears fill my eyes, dawg

'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

"Cozz & Effect"

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Cole World

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