Orlando Dixon - Hustle to Make It lyrics
rate meHow I’m living if I’m just surviving?
Why is this feeling
Like I’m barely breathing?
Is this really how it supposed to feel?
Every time I think I’m on my feet
Something’s trying to knock me off my feet
But I can’t let it be
So I keep trying to do the best I can
And to tell you the truth
I’m just doing what I’m doing
What I’m doing
What I got to do
Cause I’m just tryin’ to make it thru
And to tell you the truth
I’m just doing what I’m doing
What I’m doing
What I got to do
You got to hustle to make it
Hustle to make it
9 to 5 and 6 to 12
Ain’t nobody gonna give it to me
You know I got to take it
And every shot I take
I pray to God I’m gonna make it
The way you gonna come
And the way the chain’s gonna come
And I will be ready when my time comes
Cause it got to get better
Got to get better
It’s got to get better
And to tell you the truth
I’m just doing what I’m doing
What I’m doing
What I got to do
I’ m just tryin’ to make it thru
And to tell you the truth
I’m just doing what I’m doing
What I’m doing
What I got to do
You got to hustle to make it
Hustle to make it
Cause it got to get better
Got to get better
It’s got to get better
And the weak one falls
And the strong survive
I’m trying to keep my hope alive
And to tell you the truth
I’m just doing what I’m doing
What I’m doing
What I got to do
I’ m just tryin’ to make it thru
And to tell you the truth
I’m just doing what I’m doing
What I’m doing
What I got to do
You got to hustle to make it
Hustle to make it
Hustle to make it
Hustle to make it
When every day is a struggle
Every day is a hustle
Push it, I’m gaining muscle
Pushing and gaining trouble
The pieces were in the puzzle
The puzzle was in my hands
Like if Jesus is above
Don’t let me fall where I lay
They say you better do it
You’re doing the best you can
Like a rose grown from the concrete where you stand
Drink it when the pain is over
Which was?
The pain or the hang over?
I’mma play this game
‘til it’s game over
And you could help
But I was good ‘til you came over
I’m tryin’ to give my momma a Range Rover
Somebody I wish my daddy would have stayed sober
I’m writing inscriptions
I read it with you
I paint the picture like it ain’t no issue
I shed a tear
I grab a tissue
And I share it with you
You got to know that you’re a star
You know that you’re too official
That’s right
That’s right
