Lyrical Breakdown of Hustla (Feat. STS) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how The Roots weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hustla (Feat. STS)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Let me tell you what priceless is, some advice to give
A sacrifice is what I make for the wife and kids
They say life's a bitch but it's one life to live
I want my baby where that cake and that icing is
Out of them crisises, off of them viceses
They see what we do and grow up in our likenesses
Really I don't wanna see 'em having to fight for this
Story of the family biz, I'ma rewrite the script
Daughter of a hip-hopper, hustler like her grandpoppa
Her destiny done been determined so you can't stop her
From being independent, earning paper and proper
More like a lawyer or a doctor, not a man watcher
That's where ya man got ya, it's a big world outchea
I'm trying to make a black diamond or a burl outchea
And hip the people to the way the world twirl outchea
And when I thank Heaven for my little girl
Please let it be a hustler, baby be a hustler
Hope my baby girl grows up to be a hustler
Let her be a hustler, baby be a hustler
If not then you're only a customer
Please let it be a hustler, baby be a hustler
Hope my baby boy grows up to be a hustler
Let him be a hustler, baby be a hustler
If not then you're only a customer
Suga slam, I'm slicker than a squid, nigga, no kids
No baby mama, Suga Free from the drama
Suga be where he wanna, no sweat like a sauna
No judge, your honor can't tell me how to raise mine
Figure that in due time, if and when I do find
True love, boo'd up, maybe you can blue line
Who I'm, caught up in the moment for the meantime
G, I'm all about the green like tree pine
See I'm trying to get the scratch like a feline
Hoping that my seeds don't know the struggle like me, I'm
Hustling to make a buck, make a buck and fuck it up
Fuck it up and suck it up and go and make another buck
Get the money, get the money, that's what I know
I'm hoping that my seeds know a little more than I know
I know, I know, but baby this what I know
If we ever settle down well baby this what I hope
Please let it be a hustler, baby be a hustler
Hope my baby girl grows up to be a hustler
Let her be a hustler, baby be a hustler
If not then you're only a customer
Please let it be a hustler, baby be a hustler
Hope my baby boy grows up to be a hustler
Let him be a hustler, baby be a hustler
If not then you're only a customer