[Verse 1: Ruby da Cherry]
(I'm tired, I'm tired) I'm tired, I'm tired
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
Tired, been blowin' on fire
I should get some sleep 'cause tomorrow we drivin'
Ruby da pilot, been pulled over twice
And I still flick the lighter, I'm tryna get higher
Fuck 5-0, bitch, tryna reach 5 and 0
They fucking with my hustle, man, they tryna fuck my title
Driving to Cali, driving to Brooklyn, driving to Texas
What's going to be next for us?
Prolly the prison, we tend not to listen
Making more money, one show then they do in a week
Yeah, they even admitted it
Splittin' and stuffin', I say, fuck the cuffing
Smokin' and driving got me into trouble a couple of times
But I still keep on puffin'

[Verse 2: Yung Christ & Black Smurf]
Flexin' in Lil' Mexico, smokin' on the Texaco
I will never save a ho, never rat and that's fo' sho'
Data on, I never roam, always creepin' close to home
Xanax bars or Methadone, local rappers on my phone
Fuck you mean? I'm Grey for life
Opium inside my pipe, if dying's wrong, I'm never right
Couple bitches on some ice, they treat me like I'm Eazy-E
Yung Christ, no Galilee
I am such a rarity (Ohh)
Hangin' from a Rosary (Hustle, [?])
[Verse 3: Black Smurf]
Talk that shit on up
N***a, that where you fucked up (Whey, whey, whey)
Try trick or treatin' on my head, don't make me get to tuffed up (Run up)
Reppin' FOD? man Anywhere no matter where I go (Squad)
Take the cash out my hand, boy, you gon' need to hold for us (Whey, Hustle)
To fuck with me my life Skywalker so don't don't get your flesh touched (It's Hust')
Dreamin' money all the way home until my vocal cords sore (Whey, ayy)
Fear off the muscle
Aim and bust
You playing with a n***a's hustle
Can't [?], n***a [?] (Damn)
And life is a Hustle
It's Hustle, it's Hustle