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Apollo Brown & Che Noir x Black Thought - Hustle Don't Give

Posté par RAP OU CREVE
29 mai 2020, 00:17 0 Commentaires
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PAROLES

Intro
Oh man, I told, Lord
I can tell you didn't want to hurt me
But then you turned and looked and said
"Hey, I can no longer pretend to be satisfied with your love"
Wow
This for my hustlers
Yeah
Uh
Uh, look

 

Verse 1: Che Noir
Raisin' Hell but the shit that I'm rhymin' was Heaven-sent
Went broke and bounced back, I been grindin' out ever since
Wise and intelligent, I could rob a village while it sleep
Even if I was blind with a elephant
Crime was like medicine, I watched niggas face a dub with a racist judge
And still gave 'em time with no evidence
Gotta admit that lifestyle is what fed the kids
Sorry for them missed calls and kites that I never sent
Too much on my plate, you might choke if you try it
Bit off more than I can chew so now my goal is to diet
Resort to my aggression, I had to grow up in violence
Money talks, could turn your life into a moment of silence
I control and decide it, keep your focus on grindin'
A long road to redemption that I drove with no license
It's a jungle that's controlled by the sirens
But the hunter gon' be the hero until the story's told by the lion
To influence, dozens grew from strugglin', all we knew was hustlin'
Fiends missin' teeth, always lookin' like they chewin' somethin'
I been stressed out lately, I got a bad temp' with people
And the bad mood just turn into a happy trigger finger
Every inch to the stage, I put my pen to this page
I took risks to get paid, my name shifted this game
Be the head and not the tail, momma stitched in my brain
But do it twice, it's better, 'cause you got the skin of a slave


Chorus: Che Noir
Down to my last, it's hard to smile, even laugh
But it's, it's hard to give up
'Cause we came up from the struggle, baby, all we know is hustle
That's why, it's hard to give up
I spent years in the dream, sweat and tears in the dream
But it's, it's hard to give up
So I gotta try climbin' 'cause I'd rather die tryin'
'Cause it's, it's hard to give up

 

Verse 2: Black Thought
Yo, a grain of sand in the king's hand
Could grow into the castle if it spread like a wingspan
A life begins with sin, transcends, but like a lens
We numb the pain with violins or Vicodins
Faded like pro cats and pigeons on the power line
Another nigga out his mind, runnin' out of time
Whether fruits wither on the vine or the dotted line
The bough breaks, it's no mistakes, it's by design
Even the kids ain't nothin' to play with
They don't stand for shit, not even the court bailiff
But shed a thug tear over spilled blood on the pavement
If you ain't talkin' hustle you speakin' the wrong language
That's on everything, I choose to move hurriedly
I feel like it's too much I could lose before they bury me
And even after that I'ma prove through the legacy I lead
That the grind is in my pedigree


Chorus: Che Noir
Down to my last, it's hard to smile, even laugh
But it's, it's hard to give up
'Cause we came up from the struggle, baby, all we know is hustle
That's why, it's hard to give up
I spent years in the dream, sweat and tears in the dream
But it's, it's hard to give up
So I gotta try climbin' 'cause I'd rather die tryin'
'Cause it's, it's hard to give up


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