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Peezy feat. Babyface Ray



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Peezy feat. Babyface Ray

Art of the Hustle

Turn nothing to something that's the art of the hustle
Got love for the streets but the streets don't love you
Turn nothing to something that's the art of the hustle
Got love for the streets but the streets don't love you

Nights like this I wish rain drops would fall
Heart broken taking shots with my dog
We had long talks that we would get rich together
Now you gone and I'm here so you gonna live forever
I saw your son on the Gram and he look just like you
And if he know like I know he a be just like you
You the first one who told me go and get the bag
Ain't no shit about the roller till you hit that slab
Now I'm up and down that bitch try'na get that cash
I've been doing 20 plus if they hit that stash
Now going wool we set and lock up hoods
Man the team made together but it's still all luck
I'm from where they set you up and get you killed by drugs
I'm still daily in the trenches making plans with thugs
I still tall hair cup out and out with the judge
Cuz if I don't go it it will never get done

Turn nothing to something that's the art of the hustle
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Got love for the streets but the streets don't love you
Turn nothing to something that's the art of the hustle
Got love for the streets but the streets don't love you

Learned the art of the hustle now I hustle with her
Like the pray in the light so I shout in the dark
Trying to pull up in a whisk park and sell for that perk
Real niggas can see fake ass shit from a far
Used to sit in the spot watching cuz make sales
Till I got a sack I'm throwing rocks at the jail
Bitches ain't loyal and these niggas ain't real
You find out threw her the way you stuck in a sale
See when the bills get behind and you don't take her to eat
Now you ain't run over with it you don't say your cheese
Now you back in square one try'na play low key
That's when you find out no shit really last for the streets
Took the case for the teams doing tall on my feet
Got invited by the Benz but I still gotta eat
See I'm billboard tuff so I'ma win and defeat
Had a dream about my nigga Eric I wish he could see