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UglyFace - Hustle By My Lonely

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Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah they know the gang, not the government

Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah, they know the gang, not the government

The job don’t care what you go through
You should pray to god cuz the gov ain’t got you
They been enslaved the poor we been at war
The allure of breaking the law so hard to ignore

We eat what they feed on the screen
We weak while they feed on the green
Popeye spinach alright keep talkin like this
Police gone arrive in five minutes

You in debt we in vvs 80s golf gold bbs
Tryna see checks rest come direct
R n r cuz, our resolve
Was private jet, impressed cuz you got money

Come correct if it’s less you not fuckin on me
You too steep i need eth, reach in other countries
Whole world must be lonely
With the shit she charge me

Hustle instagram niggas it’s a bundle
For the flick wit fam
Talking billion this ain’t liquid damn
Ego need a hundred xans

You is cap should be capped
All of that for a ford explorer it’s a fuckin wrap

Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah they know the gang, not the government

Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah, they know the gang, not the government

How you put your hands on my supper, then?
Bout to catch these hands hoppin out sedans
I can fold a few bands in my hand
Fuck the government man

They can’t catch my other hand, flip a coin
Wager, you lose and land where you land
There’s a time and place for commonplace
And that’s not me

They wanna put my face on posters dog
But that’s not me
I couldn’t care about an opposition i don’t see
Gimme diamonds behind

The time on my wrist i’m tired as a bitch
I’m humble n shit pitchin a fit
Tired of rent so tired i’m tyrant again
Screaming bout ownership

Give me dough till i own a ship
Parking these cars next to these stars
Sittin on mars, fuck us job
Hustlin for life and some mods

How you skip the plan on a brothaman?
Who you think you playin wit, you buggin
I come from 500 years of suffering
We went from sharpening spears to hustling

Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah they know the gang, not the government

Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah, they know the gang, not the government

I don't need him i don't need her
I mastered everything all by myself
Did thee impossible all with no help
They say they ballin i really can't tell

Im feeling fine i'm doing swell
Them is my pockets i need benadryl
Off of his rocker he dodging a deal
Tap dancing on a minefield

How you scared to chase your dreams
But hating on me homay
I'm the wave that's no cap and i ain't talking promade
Heads or tails it don’t matter i'll still blow like coltrain

And if i fail ya baby momma still be talking bout me
Hoe shut the fuck up
And drop yo ass up on that flow
She got them yams put a nigga in a twilight zone

You see them bright light and right swipes
You too slow i'm on the road
Them long night never lost sight
I got goals i don’t fit that mold

Egotisticooooool
To me it's not a phase
I do this everyday
To you its difficuuuuuullltt

Tipi tal tipitang
Love the way my diamonds sang
When i come around they do they
Dink, dink, dink, dink, dink thang

Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah they know the gang, not the government

Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah, they know the gang, not the government








Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah they know the gang, not the government

Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah, they know the gang, not the government

The job don’t care what you go through
You should pray to god cuz the gov ain’t got you
They been enslaved the poor we been at war
The allure of breaking the law so hard to ignore

We eat what they feed on the screen
We weak while they feed on the green
Popeye spinach alright keep talkin like this
Police gone arrive in five minutes

You in debt we in vvs 80s golf gold bbs
Tryna see checks rest come direct
R n r cuz, our resolve
Was private jet, impressed cuz you got money

Come correct if it’s less you not fu-kin on me
You too steep i need eth, reach in other countries
Whole world must be lonely
With the shit she charge me

Hustle instagram ni—as it’s a bundle
For the flick wit fam
Talking billion this ain’t liquid damn
Ego need a hundred xans

You is cap should be capped
All of that for a ford explorer it’s a fu-kin wrap

Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah they know the gang, not the government

Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah, they know the gang, not the government

How you put your hands on my supper, then?
Bout to catch these hands hoppin out sedans
I can fold a few bands in my hand
Fu-k the government man

They can’t catch my other hand, flip a coin
Wager, you lose and land where you land
There’s a time and place for commonplace
And that’s not me

They wanna put my face on posters dog
But that’s not me
I couldn’t care about an opposition i don’t see
Gimme diamonds behind

The time on my wrist i’m tired as a bi-ch
I’m humble n shit pitchin a fit
Tired of rent so tired i’m tyrant again
Screaming bout ownership

Give me dough till i own a ship
Parking these cars next to these stars
Sittin on mars, fu-k us job
Hustlin for life and some mods

How you skip the plan on a brothaman?
Who you think you playin wit, you buggin
I come from 500 years of suffering
We went from sharpening spears to hustling

Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah they know the gang, not the government

Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah, they know the gang, not the government

I don't need him i don't need her
I mastered everything all by myself
Did thee impossible all with no help
They say they ballin i really can't tell

Im feeling fine i'm doing swell
Them is my pockets i need benadryl
Off of his rocker he dodging a deal
Tap dancing on a minefield

How you scared to chase your dreams
But hating on me homay
I'm the wave that's no cap and i ain't talking promade
Heads or tails it don’t matter i'll still blow like coltrain

And if i fail ya baby momma still be talking bout me
H-e shut the fu-k up
And drop yo a— up on that flow
She got them yams put a ni—a in a twilight zone

You see them bright light and right swipes
You too slow i'm on the road
Them long night never lost sight
I got goals i don’t fit that mold

Egotisticooooool
To me it's not a phase
I do this everyday
To you its difficuuuuuullltt

Tipi tal tipitang
Love the way my diamonds sang
When i come around they do they
Dink, dink, dink, dink, dink thang

Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah they know the gang, not the government

Notice how my hand wash my other hand
Hustle by my lonely need no other man
Yeah, they know the gang, not my government
Yeah, they know the gang, not the government

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