Conway The Machine, Shots, Elcamino - Had To Hustle lyrics

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was
Convincing the world he didn't exist

I told 'em ready or not
Just give me my shot
Family ain't care if they fed me or not
I had ambition to go in and get it
I never got into beggin' a lot
I was the youngest youngin out the team
All I had was a dollar and a dream
I had a hustle but nowhere to sleep
Nowhere to go and not nowhere to be
But I know where I'm goin'
Shit, you ballin' with me
That shooter score in the fourth
I run it up, used to stand on the corner
How did we go into war with no warm up?
We do us, don't give a fuck 'bout your
Runner, tryna take care of my baby
My mama
I know these people don't love me


So fuck 'em, I'm losin' people
I feel like it's karma
Mama keep tellin' me to make a will
I trust my heart to tell me where I'm goin'
Only feel this pain, never show it
And my heart smile when we scorin'
Get my dick sucked from a foreign
Put my wrist up 'cause it's glowin'
Got a stick tucked, but it's showin'
In the Benz truck when it's snowin'
Couldn't see me on they
Best days, investments
This a chess game
On they side sayin' checkmate
On they side sayin' checkmate
I'm on they side sayin' checkmate
Use they bitch house for a rest place

Nobody gave me nothin', I struggled
I had to hustle
I got my shit out the mud
And they ain't show me no love
Nobody gave me nothin', I struggled
I had to hustle
I got my shit out the mud
And they ain't show me no love
(They ain't show me no love)

Yeah
Federal tans, state greens, county oranges
Identified by colors and numbers
That's just how they on it
Prisons got inhumane conditions
COs wildin' on us
(Pssh, this shit fucked up)
Yeah, it's different now
These new niggas have you
Thinkin' they gangsters
But really proud informants
(You ratted, nigga)
Shit, one of my niggas went to trial and
Lost it, he gon' hold it down regardless
Huh
(Free my dawg)
Federales still tryna surround the office
(Hah)
Think the label funded by drug money
But now I'm corporate
From pumpin' product on the porch
To jumpin' out of Porsches
Accomplished all this since I
Recorded "1000 Corpses"
(Woo)
State of the art security
System around my fortress
Gun in my hand that shoot a
Hundred rounds if you force it
(Brrt)
That's why I don't come around too often
I would hate to have to down somebody I
Thought was my nigga tryna cross me
(Uh, huh)
Yeah (Talk to 'em)
It ain't no respect for the codes
These niggas disrespectful to
They own mothers
(For real)
I even seen niggas be jealous
Of they own brothers
(For real)
Integrity questionable
That's why I don't trust you
Bad energy, shit don't go right for you
That's karma though
That's why your bank account ain't
Got no commas though
(Hahahaha)
For they own decisions
They never wanna be responsible
(Pssh)
Honestly, it ain't nothin' about
These niggas honorable
I tell 'em

Nobody gave me nothin', I struggled
I had to hustle
I got my shit out the mud
And they ain't show me no love
Nobody gave me nothin', I struggled
I had to hustle
I got my shit out the mud
And they ain't show me no love
(Listen, uh, they ain't show me no love)

Federal investigations (They rattin')
Indictments bein' placed on niggas
Out here paper-chasin'
(Get a bag)
Ain't have no money for the stu'
Recorded in the basement
(In the basement)
Now I wake up with the option
Drive a Lamb' or Wraith 'em
(What you drivin', man?)
Bet twenty bands on races (Frr, frr)
I woke up
I heard they took my lil' man from me
(Damn)
It's fucked up
I watched him grow up since a damn youngin
(Since a jit)
Runnin' up and down the block
With my lil' cousin'
(Since a kid)
They said he took a couple shots
To his head and stomach
Tell me somethin'
(Can't believe it, what?)
Police come, won't tell 'em nothin'
(What?) , twelve kick a door
Just know we runnin' (We runnin')
Fourth down, we ain't puntin'
(Nah) , might throw it
Might run it (Might run it)
Got the trap, it was jumpin'
(It was what?) , know the packs
They was comin' (They was comin')
Took a bird from Cleveland back
To LA like I'm Drummond
(Like gang)
Know the glizzy got a drum in
(Grrt) , live a band, bitch
We drummin' (Bah)
All my niggas head-huntin'
(What?) , forty interruptin'
Shit is so disgusting (So disgusting)
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
(Nah)
I really like who I'm becomin' (I do)
Turned nothing into something
(I did) , turned nothing into something

Nobody gave me nothin', I struggled
I had to hustle
I got my shit out the mud
And they ain't show me no love
Nobody gave me nothin', I struggled
I had to hustle
I got my shit out the mud
And they ain't show me no love
(They ain't show me no love)