LOS - Hustle Hard lyrics

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<strong>Hustle Hard Lyrics</strong>

Same old shit, just a different day

I’m coming for the crown, the f-ck a n-gga say?

Los

And I’m the best rapper alive!

Before I pull up to the spot, you hear my coupe, dog

Look like I photshopped that bitch and took the roof off

Damn Los you go too hard

These rappers acting like Lebron, how you play with the Heat and scared to shoot dawg!

Rappers fake, it’s pathetic, matching them bets, taking my credit

N-ggas get blasted away and beheaded

Bitch that crown aint safe cuz I said it

I got my shovel I’m coming, don’t stumble

I got you a big f-cking tomb

I aint got no deal but I’m building a bedroom

Cuz I got some shit coming soon

Man I’m raining on them bitches, Travis Porter, turn them lights out

You beating round the Bush, like Travis Barker at the White House

I’m so deep in that top 5, I can’t find out the kid number

Jay gonn have to call big momma, Ye gonn have to call his big brother

They gonn have to have a discussion, Yea they best at discussing

Jay you better find that n-gga, go sign that n-gga, or smash his ass or do something, ugh

Magnificent is old, excellent is boring

Some n-ggas call this amazing, I call it this morning

All yellow diamonds in my purple drop

She give me brains I come to live, bitch I’m urkle pop

Think outside the box, I’m frozen beware

I’m packin that tray but I’m too cold to be square

Ice cubes is square, squares fit inside the tray,

The tray sits inside the box, here’s your lesson for today,

Ok, when you’re this cold and you ain’t in a nice mood,

you put square n-ggas in a box, ice cube.

I like sexy women, fast cars, nice views

Sexy women say you dress your ass off, nice shoes

‘These old things?’

She said ‘yes dear, but when did they come out?’

I’m like ‘bitch, next year!’

Note to the rap game ‘nobody call next here,

Or I’ma snap legs, stack bodies, break necks here’

And to XXL: ‘F-ck could a n-gga say?,

Yall did the same old shit, jus a different day’

Get this straight, I’m no Freshmen

More like the Principal, theres no question

Run this school and n-ggas don’t test him

But it’s the principle that I’m stressing

Question: ‘When yall talk about the best, how don’t you mention me?’

I aint on a bench, I’m the benchmark of my century

Eventually I’ma show you rappers just p-ssy

Cuz the crown aint safe in the hood, whats good?