Hustle Lryics

(Verse 1) I hustle all day, grindin' for the fame, Stackin' up my paper, ain't playin' no games. In the city where the streets be insane, Gotta watch your back, ain't no time to be tame. I'm talkin' 'bout the grind, every day, every night, Chasin' that green, keepin' my vision in sight. From the concrete jungle, where it's all about shine, Ain't stoppin' for a second, gotta stay on the incline. (Chorus) I'm on the hustle, never recline, In the trap where we hustle and we grind. Gotta shine, gotta shine, ain't no decline, In this life of mine, it's all about the grind. (Verse 2) I'm talkin' 'bout the hustle, ain't no room for decline, In the game of life, gotta stay on the incline. From the bottom to the top, I'm on the climb, With every move I make, I'm leavin' haters behind. In the trap where it's all about the grind, Gotta hustle hard just to stay alive. Every dollar, every dime, I gotta make mine, In this world of crime, it's all about the grind. (Chorus) I'm on the hustle, never recline, In the trap where we hustle and we grind. Gotta shine, gotta shine, ain't no decline, In this life of mine, it's all about the grind. (Bridge) From the streets to the stage, I'm on the rise, With every rhyme I spit, I mesmerize. Ain't no stoppin' me now, I'm in my prime, In this game of life, it's all about the grind. (Outro) So remember my name, remember the shine, In the world of hustle, it's all about the grind. From the streets to the fame, I'm on the incline, In this life of mine, it's all about the grind.