Respect This Hustle

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

M-Y-H-U-S-T-L-E

Yeah, respect this hustle, respect this hustle

Won't accept nothing else so respect this hustle

I ain't in it for the fame, I ain't in it for the glory

I'm down to die for it, absolutely mandatory

Respect this hustle, respect this hustle

Won't accept nothing else so respect this hustle (Ay)

These **** bitch-made, I'm gettin' paid six ways

Six laid, shit's sprayed, lemonade with blades

Keep your mouth closed, you don't wanna get sprayed

Shoot you up your body, let it sunbathe six days

Kamikaze renegade, naw, we never been afraid

Kept the trap hot enough to fry a egg in the shade

I ball till the day I'm lyin' dead in the grave

I left the feds behind the wall 'cause I ain't get away

Chopper round the corner and a bushel with a brick of yay

A bust can happen any day, we out here trappin' anyway

Gettin' money's an addiction, damn, what a **** say?

I got a real bad condition if I ain't gettin' paid

Hand over fist, well, I miss it, gotta get busy

I know you see this car I drivin', see the house that I live in

And figure this is enough (What, ****?), I want way more

****, this is Play-Doh, you set your sight way low

Had enough of the game, I don't know whether to stay or go

And different group of lames and suckers every which way I go

But, ****, know you king, why you always gotta say it for?

'Cause I they said I couldn't say it before

And I remember all it did was fuck my temper up more

Doug and J know

I said, I wear a crown, not a halo, sorry

**** think they seein' me, but they so sorry

They fast, but they ain't no Ferrari

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

M-Y-H-U-S-T-L-E

Just respect this hustle, respect this hustle

Won't accept nothing else so respect this hustle

I ain't in it for the fame, I ain't in it for the glory

I'm down to die for it, absolutely mandatory

Respect this hustle, respect this hustle

Won't accept nothing else so respect this hustle

Ay, don't you think you been pullin' gats, fussin', cussin' enough?

Round here, braggin' 'bout these **** you be bustin' enough?

Man, look around, ain't nobody sufferin' but us

You could beat a hundred cases, catch one, and you fucked

I get probation is you crazy? Pull a gun in the club

See how many folks and polices put you down in the club

If we gotta come with a slug, why we come to the club?

How much more of this shit you think we can sweep under the rug?

Look, we already told 'em I told you so

But all these **** speakin' out who wouldn't spoke before

Don't take it personal, people wanna be close to folk

What you think the television and posters for?

(Yeah, man, I'm claustrophobic)

Well, you need to see a doctor for it

And I ain't jokin', you close, T.I.P. and you 'bout to blow it

You forgot about them nights in the cells, was you honest?

(I don't know)

Whe we were havin' talks with God and you promised

If He made a way for you to be large, and you done it

Out the gate, urban legend, went on to do numbers

Sold a mil', made ATL, King, first week, five hundred

Won the Grammy's (But not the one that I wanted)

What about them eight figure deals and them other new money?

But ask yourself something, where the gun got from me?

Keep it real

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

M-Y-H-U-S-T-L-E

Just respect this hustle, respect this hustle

Won't accept nothing else so respect this hustle

I ain't in it for the fame, I ain't in it for the glory

I'm down to die for it, absolutely mandatory

Respect this hustle, respect this hustle

Won't accept nothing else so respect this hustle (Ay)