Hustling All I Can Do Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Am][F][Dm][Am][G]
[Am][F][Dm][Am]

[Verse 1]
May life [Am]be a trip,
I never knew things could ever get bad
Is it [F]y 'all don't know my 17 shot
clock with extra clips
[Dm]That's it, I'm going all out[Am],
and if I die, they'll remember me
Cause in these last days,
I'm feeling like
I'ma hit the peniten[G]tiary
For [Am]real, trying to deal with
this everyday struggle
You [F]gotta get up, or fuck your rump, baby
And hustle, I [Dm]tussle, and work my muscle
[Am]And boun[Dm]ce hard,[Am] take what's mine
And still scream that fuck
[G]down if I can[Am]'t ball
They better lock me up,
shackle down, hand[F]cuff
On sight, I'm a boss, what's up?
[Dm]When you're nuts,
I can rush to the head
[Am]Love for life,
motherfucker till I'm dead
[G]Mr. 3 [Am]-2, boss of all bosses
And I [F]ain't toleratin' no losses
And no excuses,
[Dm]cause this world is so shy
Street gang [Am]forever,
and it's like that for life, [G]nigga
[Am]Will I ever see the stage again?
Radio
[F]DJs don't respect my rhythm
[Am]Feelin' like I'm finna [Dm]hit the bin a[Am]gain
[F]What wil[Am]l I do for foo[G]d?
[Am]Liv in' in the ghetto,
turnin' boys to men
Crooked [F]cops and killers in the rub,
[Am]my b[Dm]itch[Am][Dm][Am][F][Am]
I was born on a fucked up day
Had to be holi[F]days with
a number of frowns
on my face
The sadness [Am]brought madness
[Dm]to a family that
was built
Unconsciously [Am]I love them
but subconsciously
Running these streets, living [Dm]cau tiously
It's [Am]costing me way too much
But the slumps got me [F]jackin'
if it's worth somethin'
Seclus[Dm]ive or I hurt somethin'
Inhale, exhale, [Am]okay
I promise things gon' get better
Just give me one more [Dm]day
So I [Am]can work my jelly,
spread the love around
Swallow so much shit it [F]hurt my belly,
but tryna stay down
Stay focused on [Dm]what I'm tryna accomplish,
and not be a compass
[Am]Stay real, stay true, stay doozy,
don't become a victim of some mob shit
[Dm]I never let th[Am]is misery push me
to do something that I regret
But just [F]know that you in danger,
I want you to feel my [Dm]anger
And if I ever feel like I'm in danger,
I'ma [Am]empty the [G]chamber
[Am]Will I ever see the stage again?
Radio
[F]DJs don't respect my rhythm
[Am]I'm feelin' like I'm finna
[Dm]hit the pen [Am]again
[F]What [Am]will I do for [G]food?
[Am]Livin' in the ghetto,
turnin' boys to men
Crooked [F]cops and killers
interrupt my mis[Dm]sion
[Am]Tell me, will I ever build my [Dm]pen [Am]again?
[F]Hustlin[Am]' is all I can do
[C]These mother[G]fuckers want [Am]me dead
At least that's how it seems to be
An [F]army of motherfuckers against me,
Demon
E
[Am]Who [Dm]you gon' call when my camaraderie
comes down [Am]like rain?
Nothin' but revenge to keep me sane
It ain't nothin' like pain
[G]Cause when I squ[Am]eeze and then you bleed,
satisfaction is guaranteed
Black [F]hearted, it was since the first murder,
how precious is my [Am]breed?
You what [Dm]mean?
Fuck all my foes, fuck all my friend[Am]s
Un[Dm]less I'm [Am]in a pen,
I've got nobody to call my kin
[G]Cause all the [Am]real niggas are dead or in jail
But I've been left to
struggle [F]for success
Trying to get a check from
Southwest wholesale
Look [Am]at all the [Dm]16's that I've wrecked,
and [Am]I'm practically poor
On top of that I'm homeless,
my niggas don't want me [Dm]no more
[G]Fuck spending [Am]ten to get in,
these motherfuckers act like they don't know my face
Better remember [F]I'm crazy clicking,
nigga don't act like you don't [Am]know my pace
For [Dm]buck rappin' I need
some right now money
It's [Am]gettin' crucial if I pay my pen
I gotta wait three months, betray me,
[F]scratch for [G]much money
Late [Am]night, the siren seems so loud
I [F]hope that I can lose this [Dm]crowd
[F]Lately, [Dm]it go down that way[Am]
That's why a nigga put to
get the cayen[G]ne spray
We [Am]could've been so through together
But be[F]cause of a shortage on my cheddar
I [Dm]had to g[Am]et u[Dm]p and bl[F]eed the fl[Am]y
And it don't [G]stop
[Am]Will I ever see the stage again?
Radio
[F]DJs don't respect my rhythm
[Am]Feelin' like I'm [Dm]finna hit the pen [Am]again
[F]What [Am]will I do for [G]food?
Liv[Am]in' in the ghetto,
turnin' boys to me
Crooked [F]cops and killers in
[Am]ter [F]rupt m[Am]y missi[Dm]on
[Am]Tell me, will I ever [Dm]feel my
pen [Am]again?[F]
[Am]Hustlin' is all I can [G]do