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The Foreign Exchange
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Hustle, Hustle
Spokesman of the precious few
I represent the views of independent youth
That wrestle nail and tooth
To evade neckties and suits
'Cause truthfully, a nine-to-nine's a waste of time
Plus a waste of mind so I blaze a dime
Trying to find creative ways to escape the grind
I got to take what's mine
In this land of milk and honey
Filled with money, still hungry
And won't finish till I fill my tummy
Grill me or love me
My passion is unbridled, when idol crafted recitals
They can't lose like Magic or Michael, pick or choose
Not only dropping knowledge but slamming and dishing jewels
Navigate with slicker moves, through the gritty city I cruise
Confused what to do with my life
But got my sights set on the apex, it's a safe bet
That I ain't taking no for an answer
This quest for dough is like a cancer
Spreading over body parts especially my mind and heart
Time to start the relentless pursuit
So I can make my mark on this planet
Granted, I meant it, see-saw mechanics
From circumstances that only causing confidence damage
Planet, firmly I'm standing on the outskirts of the average
Relishing the challenger till the day my spirit vanish
Man, this life is tough and I've had enough
My tank's on empty, valleys are plenty
But from the top they can't prevent me
The rotten apple, it tempts me, locked in the grapple at Lensy
Time to take stock and watch how far determined they should get me
Everybody across the world better get your hustle on
Out in the street, move your feet before your money's gone
Mama, can't sleep and baby need clothes
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I got to make my moves so I got some
Mama, can't sleep and baby need clothes
I got to make my moves so I got some, yeah, yeah
Stress should hear me, never any rest for the weary
Try to progress, at best I eat, sleep barely
The future is scary and so I proceed to look for solid ground
But difficult because I'm always in and out of town
Weigh by the pound, not in a duffle
I bear a bigger burden on my back
That go beyond the strength of muscle
The hustle and bustle, trying to figure out the puzzle
Of how to triumph amongst the troubles sent to bust your bubble
Trust, I'm accustomed with the everyday
I wonder will my stress will ever decay, looking for a better way
Ahead of the days of a bigger mission, sealing my vision
Caliber living and bringing it to fruition
Lord, if you listen, I'm only asking for the strength
To bask in the paper after laboring for such length
It's like an eternity with much ahead
I hope of every second I invested, I'm collecting at the end
Everybody across the world better get your hustle on
Out in the street, move your feet before your money's gone
Mama, can't sleep and baby need clothes
I got to make my moves so I got some
Mama, can't sleep and baby need clothes
I got to make my moves so I got some, yeah, yeah
Everybody across the world better get your hustle on
Out in the street, move your feet before your money's gone
Mama, can't sleep and baby need clothes
I got to make my moves so I got some
Mama, can't sleep and baby need clothes
I got to make my moves so I got some, yeah, yeah
Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it
Just do it, just do it, just do it, do it, do it
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