Cookin Soul - The Hustle (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1 – Le$] Just tryna stay up out that life Them goofy n***as caught up in that hype Doing it for likes while I'm rolling up a gram This a different type of language that the chosen understand Angry sh**, I might answer them demons, I see em scheming Fiending for my position, well player just keep dreaming They really ain't sleeping, they just play like they deaf Not much time left, say hello to the d**h I be the grim reaper, hustle n***as out the sneakers Don't respect you like a substitute teachers Same n***as hating want a feature now I had her for the night but you can keep her now No surprise how them s**er n***as leeching [?] to the team, cool J's hate to see you do your thing But I'm bringing home the ring, everybody season We ain't leaving till we k** it Just life b**h, we eating till we finished [Hook][x2] I'm gonna get paid, and can't a damn thing stop me [x3] Think not, this [?] [Verse 2 – Smoke DZA] I'm off the meds n***a 420 minutes off the latch n***a Two minutes till black that from the feds n***a And bout a millisecond off your head n***a Bread winner, far from an amateur Came back from the land of raw, snuck some sh** to Panama Just ain't right if the pack ain't here The last time I visit, the pack wasn't there sh** I stay in vagina, addicted to marijuana But I swear to my mama, I got to be baked as sh** It's all facts when you dishing these lines Not a designer rapper fabricating his lines It's all real though, f** the cool sh** it's the hill flow Plus a n***a kick it like I'm kicking with a steel toe Getting something n***a [?] Sipping [?] at the [?] [Hook][x2]