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lirik lagu willow's grave - hustle harder

[intro: yung stove]
“tay keith… f~ck these n~ggas up!”~
yeah… (uh~huh)
this for the ones who ain’t have sh~t… (real talk)
let’s go. (stove!)

[chorus: yung stove]
i was broke on my ass, had to get off my back (let’s go)
ran it up with no handouts, now i’m thumbin’ through racks (racks)
i was sleepin’ in the trap, now we bookin’ them flats (flights)
used to hustle for a meal, now it’s platinum plaques (platinum!)
i was broke on my ass, no food on the plate (none)
now it’s lobster, steak, private jets, and estates (woo)
got a glock with a switch, and it sound like bass (brrrah!)
n~ggas claim they 4pf but they ain’t built for the race (not at all!)

[verse 1: yung stove] tay keith on the beat, now it’s war~ready mode (boom)
g~unit tatted on my spirit, i go cold with the pole (cl!ck~cl!ck)
shoutout grizzley in the d, they showin’ love in my zone (salute)
babyface ray in the benz, we was deep off the phones (skrrt)
i was hustlin’ in my air forces ones, turned my losses to wins
turned them ounces to m’s, now i’m shuttin’ down trends (facts)
i got cmg bangers in the whip on 10 (blastin’)
all these rappers wanna talk it, but ain’t step in my timbs (step!)
i’m a beast with the grind, got no breaks or pity (nah)
i was broke on my ass, now it’s penthouse in the city (skyline)
i don’t rap fairy tales, i put trauma in bars (real)
whole team got stripes — we ain’t need no stars (at all!)
had to trap through the winters when the heat ain’t work
mama cried in the dark, so i bleed in the verse (pain)
feds slid on the block, but i played that smart
kept a mask in my coat, never showed that heart (uh~huh)
put a prayer on my chain, not just ice and gold
gotta hustle like nip ‘til my name unfold (respect)
labels callin’ now, but i’m still on go
gotta feed my dawgs ‘fore i stunt for show (loyalty)
b~tch~ass n~gga. (gun c~ck fx fades out)
[chorus: yung stove & yung mudd]
i was broke on my ass, had to get off my back (get up)
ran it up with no handouts, now i’m thumbin’ through racks (let’s get it)
i was sleepin’ in the trap, now we bookin’ them flats (first class)
used to hustle for a meal, now it’s platinum plaques (multi!)
i was broke on my ass, no food on the plate (strugglin’)
now it’s lobster, steak, private jets, and estates (ballin’)
got a glock with a switch, and it sound like bass (brrrah!)
n~ggas claim they 4pf but they ain’t built for the race (talk to ’em!)

[verse 2: yung mudd]
i came from the gutter where your name don’t matter nothin’ (facts)
i was sleepin’ by the heater, now it’s bustdowns gleamin’ (bussin’)
had a dream, chased it down, now the top look scenic (beautiful)
cmg dreams, i was movin’ like gotti (big boss)
keep a bl!ck on my lap, just in case sh~t get choppy (grrah)
i’m from where they pop it first, no questions or warnings (boom!)
seen a body by the stove, and went to class by the mornin’ (real life)
had to hustle like 50, now i’m richer than them opps (hustler)
you was postin’ for the ‘gram — i was postin’ on the block (different)
from the d to the m, that’s a dirty boy connection (uh~huh)
all that cappin’ in your raps gon’ get you sn~tched for protection (watch yo’ back!)
talk that hustle sh~t, stove! (echoes out)

[chorus: yung stove & yung mudd]
i was broke on my ass, had to get off my back (i got up)
ran it up with no handouts, now i’m thumbin’ through racks (grind on go)
i was sleepin’ in the trap, now we bookin’ them flats (booked up)
used to hustle for a meal, now it’s platinum plaques (platinum)
i was broke on my ass, no food on the plate (empty fridge)
now it’s lobster, steak, private jets, and estates (rich life)
got a glock with a switch, and it sound like bass (brrrah!)
n~ggas claim they 4pf but they ain’t built for the race (yeah!!)

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