Apollo Brown & Che’ Noir ft. Black Thought – Hustle Don’t Give

Lyrics Hustle Don’t Give – Apollo Brown & Che’ Noir ft. Black Thought

Oh man, I told, Lord
I can tell you didn’t want to hurt me
But then you turned and looked and said
Hey, I can no longer pretend
To be satisfied with your love, wow

This for my hustlers
Yeah, uh
Uh, look

Raisin’ Hell but the s**t that I’m rhymin’ was Heaven-sent
Went broke and bounced back, I been grindin’ out ever since
Wise and intelligent, I could rob a village while it sleep
Even if I was blind with a elephant
Crime was like medicine
I watched n**gas face a dub with a racist judge
And still gave ’em time with no evidence

Gotta admit that lifestyle is what fed the kids
Sorry for them missed calls and kites that I never sent
Too much on my plate, you might choke if you try it
Bit off more than I can chew so now my goal is to diet
Resort to my aggression, I had to grow up in violence
Money talks, could turn your life into a moment of silence

I control and decide it, keep your focus on grindin’
A long road to redemption that I drove with no license
It’s a jungle that’s controlled by the sirens
But the hunter gon’ be the hero until the story’s told by the lion
To influence, dozens grew from strugglin’, all we knew was hustlin’
Fiends missin’ teeth, always lookin’ like they chewin’ somethin’

I been stressed out lately, I got a bad temp’ with people
And the bad mood just turn into a happy trigger finger
I took risks to get paid, my name shifted this game
Be the head and not the tail, momma stitched in my brain
But do it twice, it’s better, ’cause you got the skin of a slave

Down to my last, it’s hard to smile, even laugh
But it’s, it’s hard to give up
‘Cause we came up from the struggle, baby
All we know is hustle
That’s why, it’s hard to give up
I spent years in the dream
Sweat and tears in the dream
But it’s, it’s hard to give up
So I gotta try climbin’
‘Cause I’d rather die tryin’
‘Cause it’s, it’s hard to give up

Yo, a grain of sand in the king’s hand
Could grow into the castle if it spread like a wingspan
A life begins with sin, transcends, but like a lens
We numb the pain with violins or Vicodins
Faded like pro cats and pigeons on the power line
Another n**ga out his mind, runnin’ out of time
Whether fruits wither on the vine or the dotted line
The bow breaks, it’s no mistakes, it’s by design

Even the kids ain’t nothin’ to play with
They don’t stand for s**t, not even the court bailiff
But shed a thug tear over spilled blood on the pavement
If you ain’t talkin’ hustle you speakin’ the wrong language
That’s on everything, I choose to moνe hurriedly
I feel like it’s too much I could lose before they bury me
And even after that I’ma prove through the legacy I lead
That the grind is in my pedigree

Down to my last, it’s hard to smile, even laugh
But it’s, it’s hard to give up
‘Cause we came up from the struggle, baby, all we know is hustle
That’s why, it’s hard to give up
I spent years in the dream, sweat and tears in the dream
But it’s, it’s hard to give up
So I gotta try climbin’ ’cause I’d rather die tryin’
‘Cause it’s, it’s hard to give up…

➤ Written by Black Thought, Ché Noir & Apollo Brown
Album: As God Intended
Produced by Apollo Brown
Apollo Brown | Ché Noir | Black Thought | 2020

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