Hustler’s Prayer Lyrics – Twisted Black

Hustler’s Prayer Lyrics by Twisted Black

This right here (hmm, hmm, hm)
Is for all them hustlas out there (mmm, hmm, hmm, mmm)
Still doin’ your thang (mmm, hmm)
Right now your boy on lock (ooh, hoo, hoo)

But you know what it is when i touch down (yeah, hey, hey. hey)
But right now i be prayin’ for you (ohh, hoo)
Through a hustla’s prayer (ooh, hoo)
Hustla’s prayer

I don’t wanna stop just because (yeah)
These crackers got the feds watchin’ us (you know they’s watchin’)
I don’t give a damn what they say
I love hustlin’ (uh-huh, yeah)

I don’t wanna stop just because
These crackers got the feds watchin’ us (uh-huh)
I don’t give a damn what they say
I love hustlin’

Ask anybody in my city, and they gon’ tell you black move dope
Through prayer and supplication, i done found nеw hope
Most of my partners nevеr knew that, how i blew dope
It was my little secret but now you know

I’m addicted to hustlin’, blame daddy ’cause he taught me
And uh, blame mommy for the things she never bought me
And blame those cops, they were too slow and never caught me
And blame l.a. rhyme ’cause he fronted work and brought me in

Gave me game raw sayin’, “black, you gots to buy dope
’cause if i front it to you, technically, that’s my dope”
Gone and kill yourself if you was ever thinkin’, try dope
Hope you give that life sentence back, yeah, that’s what i hope”

Hm, forgive my sins because it’s evident i suffer greed
And plus i’m sho’ that you done had about enough of me
My good side and bad side keep on tusslin’
Before i ever lay it down, i keep on hustlin’

I don’t wanna stop just because (haha, huh)
These crackers got the feds watchin’ us (okay)
I don’t give a damn what they say (yeah)
I love hustlin’

I don’t wanna stop just because
These crackers got the feds watchin’ us (they watchin’)
I don’t give a damn what they say
I love hustlin’

I wish that life was different for me, but it’s not and so i gots to hold on
A brother gets addicted to it after so long
My cousin, renée, be like, “sellin’ drugs are so wrong”
Haha, tell that to my benz and 20’s i roll on

I don’t sell dope now but then i still shoot dice
Take a hot merchandise and flip it at a new price
Take a white broad or two up on my team that boost ice
So i can pamper my three and that little cute wife

I ain’t different from you, it’s just i’m livin’ off the land
And i never take the bush, give me the bird and my hand
And i always scratch a lick every time that i can
And i do what i do to feed my family, understand me, huh?

See i ain’t braggin’, i’ve been deemed to be this breadwinner
I used to stress, but all it did was make my hair thinner
The kids don’t know that it’s been blood on top of their dinner
Before i let ’em go without, just shoot me dead center

I don’t wanna stop just because
These crackers got the feds watchin’ us
I don’t give a damn what they say (uh-huh)
I love hustlin’ (i love it, love it)

I don’t wanna stop just because
These crackers got the feds watchin’ us
I don’t give a damn what they say
I love hustlin’

Lord, just look after my partners that’s stuck in the game and can’t leave it
The young ones caught on the block and they can’t bleed it
The ones that done caught ’em a case and they can’t beat it
The warnin’ signs right in they face and they can’t heed it

Bless heavy and seed, and zack, caddy, and o
Pj and big matt for givin’ me your dough
Meekos and stack, coop, jay, and mack
Chris and little marcus who gave love to black

Bless then nothin’ to lose n#gg#s, mike opened up they pocket
Told me, “black, we got your back, n#gg#, hit the booth and rock it”
Plus tick, just hold on, ’cause it won’t be long
And uh, granddaddy south, he kept it real when i was gone

And big baby and redd, worm, and little kev’
Man, i swear that that’s all that i could think of off the head
And all them partners out there who commence to bleed the block
Ha, once i get off lock then we gon’ make this thing pop

I don’t wanna stop just because (for sho’, that’s for sho’)
These crackers got the feds watchin’ us (yeah, believe that)
I don’t give a damn what they say (boy benji)
I love hustlin’ (brains)

I don’t wanna stop just because (kilo, kilo)
These crackers got the feds watchin’ us (drama, j. mike)
I don’t give a damn what they say (slim duece, dog)
I love hustlin’ (know i’m sayin’?)

Myron, boy pit, kilo
Lil’ b, flexx, jay
Boy khaki
Boys know what it is, kenneth

Big heavy, lil’ peewee
We gon’ hustle ’til the wheels fall off, player
G. raw
’til we paid and gone

I ain’t forgot, uncle corees
For players
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