Hustle Hard Baby

[Verse 1: Frank Knight] Now what do you ride for, wait oh hi ho I got two O’s Ohio I got the weed man, I’m the weed man Stepping in the spots like yo what you need man Right after this flow don’t leave I’m selling trees man With a couple shirts from the frat the dream clan I don’t see how they think it’s people to compare to me Psycho Pac, after shot, no nut you can pair to me I’m the naked truth so shorty you got to bare with me Still repping in a time where loyalty a rarity My crew valiant stallions peep Smoove in medallions I’m bagging fly Italians, eying, loving that I’m gallant I’m still wilding prolly violent thinking millions piling Feeling now the time for shining and to style on every island I’m just from the heavy robbing, where we ain’t got every option Yeah that boy dead and rotten cause lead went to popping The people of the ghetto all lived my battered story It’s born alone, die alone, no one battled for me I rep the soul of the hood the spirited tatted on me I made my own future I designed my tarot for me [Hook: Frank Knight] Tell me what your hustle like baby Do you really hustle hard baby Tell me what your hustle like baby Hustle hard baby, hustle hard baby (2x) [Verse 2: Frank Knight] We young brothers coming up, with the world at our feet Just dealing in the game while trying to hear Yahweh speak Sitting stressed, exhaling sins out a dour leaf You in a world where the UN empower grief And where practice hoes only made wifey by default You skeeted accidentally, now she keeping that seed dog Still you providing for that child that’s G dog Sadly that’s not something that we always see dog It’s pure Jordan wizardry on my block you won’t survive On Franklin Ave, while I’m 23 with the four five You got to keep it on you, outside is war times Still the sickness hit inside like a disease whore got I’m asking one more time, do you know where I came from Where they bank off other people pain to make funds Then run angry in churches to take sums and rape nuns Don’t lie about your fart, you should never fake funk If your hustle hesitant it’s cinderblock shoes for cold feet Just to be so flee, some dogs got they soul lease I walked them cold streets where it’s no God, it’s no peace Mama taught the lord, cause when you know God, you know peace