Hustlin’ (Bootleg)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Who you suckers think you trippin' with? Yes I'm the boss 745, white-on-white, that's Rick Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat I keep 'em comin' back, we keep 'em comin' back I'm into distribution, I'm like Atlantic I got them pretty things flyin' across the Atlantic I know Pablo, Noriega The real Noriega, he owe me a hundred favors I ain't petty player, we buy the whole thang See most of my homies hustle, they still do they thang My roof back (roof back), my money rides (my money ride) I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatched Black, I cried for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lives [Chorus] Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm [Verse 2:Plan B] Yeah I'm always hustlin' blud I'm hustlin' even when I'm just sitting in the flat, sipping on a Jack, chilling with my girlfriend 'Cause I'm always on the phone like who? What? When? What did you just say? Can you say that again? What you motherfucking mean, motherfucker wants ten? Motherfucker's supposed to be my motherfucking friend Give him eight per cent and say that shit's peng Considering that I'm still living in the ends And I'm still driving in the same old banged out ride Reg plate starting with an N Looking at the Benz And the BMs Thinking: how come I ain't in one of them Yeah my LP dropped blud, so what then? Them there money's dried up since then I'm still Ben Same old little pink dicked white boy that I was before Except now I'm a little less young Little less dumb and a little less poor? What's enough? More? Is it 'cause I think your tough enough or do I just know the score? Blud, they can't say I ain't talented, all they can say is that I'm too raw What's my name? Ben Drew, not Ben Draw Still no-one backs me like Jo Whiley, Ras Kwame or Zane Lowe On BBC Radio Who cares what that fat prick said he's pop Yeah Chris Moyles - he had a pop First him and now Tim, So what? Neither of them got a clue about Hip Hop Blud [Chorus] Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm [Bridge: Chris Martin] Where do we go, nobody knows I've got to say I'm on my way down God give me style and give me grace God put a smile upon my face [Chorus] Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm