The Foreign Exchange - Hustle, Hustle Lyrics
Spokesman of the precious fewI represent the views of independent youthThat wrestle nail and toothTo evade neckties and suits'Cause truthfully, a nine-to-nine's a waste of timePlus a waste of mind so I blaze a dimeTrying to find creative ways to escape the grindI got to take what's mineIn this land of milk and honeyFilled with money, still hungryAnd won't finish till I fill my tummyGrill me or love meMy passion is unbridled, when idol crafted recitalsThey can't lose like Magic or Michael, pick or chooseNot only dropping knowledge but slamming and dishing jewelsNavigate with slicker moves, through the gritty city I cruiseConfused what to do with my lifeBut got my sights set on the apex, it's a safe betThat I ain't taking no for an answerThis quest for dough is like a cancerSpreading over body parts especially my mind and heartTime to start the relentless pursuitSo I can make my mark on this planetGranted, I meant it, see-saw mechanicsFrom circumstances that only causing confidence damagePlanet, firmly I'm standing on the outskirts of the averageRelishing the challenger till the day my spirit vanishMan, this life is tough and I've had enoughMy tank's on empty, valleys are plentyBut from the top they can't prevent meThe rotten apple, it tempts me, locked in the grapple at LensyTime to take stock and watch how far determined they should get meEverybody across the world better get your hustle onOut in the street, move your feet before your money's goneMama, can't sleep and baby need clothesI got to make my moves so I got someMama, can't sleep and baby need clothesI got to make my moves so I got some, yeah, yeahStress should hear me, never any rest for the wearyTry to progress, at best I eat, sleep barelyThe future is scary and so I proceed to look for solid groundBut difficult because I'm always in and out of townWeigh by the pound, not in a duffleI bear a bigger burden on my backThat go beyond the strength of muscleThe hustle and bustle, trying to figure out the puzzleOf how to triumph amongst the troubles sent to bust your bubbleTrust, I'm accustomed with the everydayI wonder will my stress will ever decay, looking for a better wayAhead of the days of a bigger mission, sealing my visionCaliber living and bringing it to fruitionLord, if you listen, I'm only asking for the strengthTo bask in the paper after laboring for such lengthIt's like an eternity with much aheadI hope of every second I invested, I'm collecting at the endEverybody across the world better get your hustle onOut in the street, move your feet before your money's goneMama, can't sleep and baby need clothesI got to make my moves so I got someMama, can't sleep and baby need clothesI got to make my moves so I got some, yeah, yeahEverybody across the world better get your hustle onOut in the street, move your feet before your money's goneMama, can't sleep and baby need clothesI got to make my moves so I got someMama, can't sleep and baby need clothesI got to make my moves so I got some, yeah, yeahJust do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do itJust do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it
