The Language

Ay I’ve been doing lot in my time
Everybodies got they own type of struggle in life
I know I’m the only one who gives a fuck about mine
So ima do what I gotta to come out the grime
I’m talking about changing thangs
In this game I’ve seen some stranger things
Shit was upside down I had to rearrange
I know what the fuck I’m bout I got that heater mane and I pull that
motherfucka out and I let freedom ring
Yeah I’ve been living' lower than the gutter bro
Inside I’m hurt but outside I’m that mothafucka yo
Fake friends looking for ends but I don’t fuck with those
Its 2 sides to my mind, I like to juxtapose
Busting flows since I was 12 years old and my heartbeat red but yours (?) rolls
I go off in the woods with nothing but a hair pick bro and come out of that
motherfucker wearing a bearskin coat
I’m self made with it, rappers better get the fuckin' grave diggin'
So they got somewhere to lay if they try to play wicked
I caught you lying you was like «I don’t know what to say Wicked?»
Yeah that’s cause we don’t speak the same languages
We don’t relate you could never fuck with the same bitches
We don’t relate you could never ride with the gang business
Y’all living fake its the greatest wish just to hang with us
That be the day heel freezes over and flames finish
Uh yeah bitch I’m on my job bitch I’m on my job
Uh yeah I’ve been going hard do it for my dogs
Uh yeah haters theirs a lot and I say «Fuck em' all»
Uh yeah by the grace of God I will never stop
Y’all give me the reason to give it the heat and go deeper to see what I’m made
of
My life is what happens when you keep it real and give yourself an ultimatum
Get it a dime, Keep your integrity even when enemies spit in your eye
Unitys doomed to split a divide put an end to me but bitch I’m alive
I don’t give a fuck 'bout being famous
Give it to me, get the money it get dangerous
Make a little money make some changes
All I talk is hustle thats the language
Thats the language uh Thats the language
All I talk is hustle thats the language
Thats the language uh Thats the language
All I talk is hustle thats the language
Yo I’m looking back at the world that I came up like damn how did the fuck did
I make it alive
Never got paid any money I did make em' spend (?) payment (?)
Where do you go when the people you love looking at you with hatred so deep in
they eye
They want you addicted and leave you with nothing but enough to leave you
asleep in a mine
Wake up get your grind on its your time to come and
Cake up shoutout (?) the homies yelling
Say what! in this game we keep digging til' we hit paydirt
Motherfucker I’m a player don’t let em' give me the mic
I might get wicked I come in and kill em and y’all are not ready to die mm
Think of a reason to let them keep breathing
And I don’t have memory or thought mmm
I guess it’s over then bitch I’m a solider there gonna compare me to Pac
I’m taking bodies they Momma gon' bury a box
Come against me that’s a piss in the wind
Make a mess out of yourself and then go diss me again
Deep inside they wanna ride they just wish we was friends
Hoping we would go together like some Stimpy and Ren’s
But this ain’t animated if you plan to make it you gon' have to play with
people who gon' hate it no matter which way it’s laying
It’s a sick and twisted game but I know how to navigate it
I keep Jesus as my savior and this hustle as my language uh
I don’t give a fuck 'bout being famous
Give it to me, get the money it get dangerous
Make a little money make some changes
All I talk is hustle thats the language
Thats the language uh Thats the language
All I talk is hustle thats the language
Thats the language uh Thats the language
All I talk is hustle thats the language
Yeah so fuck the speculation and all the separation
I’m on some reach for greatness and fuck the perpetrators
Scattering wicked on the track that’s the murder makers
Y’all smell it cooking in the kitchen when the burner blazin'
Strike me down in anger and I’ll return an Angel
Sent back to burn the hateful and put em' in the grave yeah
My Momma met John Elway back when she was a waitress, He was a asshole to her
that’s why I rep the Raiders
The 3−0-3 is dangerous we keep a couple stainless
I know a couple killers they make it quick and painless
I keep my players pushing hoping one day he save us
Roll up this Cali Kush and me and the homies blazing
Think about leaving the world for our children a better one than we came up in
Where money’s the mission and it ain’t about all the smoking and fucking
Cause I will not be the one leaving I’m stuck in a world without knowledge or
nothing
I’m talking bout hustle and leaving this fucking legacy lifting us up man
Let’s go
I don’t give a fuck 'bout being famous
Give it to me, get the money it get dangerous
Make a little money make some changes
All I talk is hustle thats the language
Thats the language uh Thats the language
All I talk is hustle thats the language
Thats the language uh Thats the language
All I talk is hustle thats the language