Hustle On by Yung Silly Coon Lyrics

They say i worry too much
What i gotta do for the gwap ?
They say money not bliss
There’s a lot it can fix though
Get the paper bro, fuck hoes
There’s a lotta those
Get the microphone, flow
You a goat don’t t let them look down on you
You the realist
I’m sure some niggas wanna be you, bro
Get the hustle on
Stay woke, sleep around 4
Get bread then come back home

Don’t keep mama on hold
Don’t keep mama on hold
That’s disrespect plus natural curse
Don’t keep mama on hold
Don’t keep mama on hold
That’s disrespect plus natural curse
I thought we all rolling stones
What you chilling for ?
I thought we got goals as we on the road, but no
Our brothers wanna ski on snow
Sisters out there making babies with folks, ohw
Karma weighing too much
Even street lights in the city
Can’t show you no light
You was doing crime now you fighting for your life
Pray to god that tonight
He don’t take your life, life

Life is no private jet
You don’t just wake up
Press a buttom
Go high like that, nah
That ain’t how it works
You gotta wake up
Get your shit straight
Hustle hustle
Even if its hard you gotta hustle
I’m telling you, yeah
That way you gonna get high
You gotta elevate yourself bro