Hustla’s Story
Cozz Lyrics
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Shoutout my hustlers, I mean
Everybody hustlers
You feel me
Look, look
I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on
Selling pills straight out her crib, and break into another home
This ain't my story that I'm singing my nigga, but this is another song
This probably your uncle song
Probably your big brother song
Your father or your mother song
I understand your circumstance so in your head there's nothing wrong
How you could blame how you behave?
If we paid and we ain't getting loans
You don't know what's going on
If you ain't live to see this shit I can't describe
Taking chances so they survive
This all happens just to take a life
In the end it was all for bread
And use the heat just to make it rise
Not sure how to raise a daughter
But they know to raise the price, so what you goin' through
Tell a nigga what you going through
I could probably relate
I could probably be late
And still be on time for you
I could probably spit mind for ya
If you don't wanna tell your story
It's the same as yours, I hustle early in the morning
I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on
Selling pills straight out her crib, and break into another home
I understand your circumstance, so in their heads, there's nothing wrong
But they don't know what's going on
They don't know what's going on
Wake up
I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry
If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely
If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely
Yeah you got your car, yeah you got your gold
Your money don't fold but your mama is at home
Fam don't want your dirty money
You look clean, but your mother sad
Your girl felt neglected, now your daughter got another dad
Local block hustler, my father was a customer
Mom's used to watch him buy his weed then she would cuss at him
Only for the weed, he felt free from that subtle bust
Moved back and it was primetime
And now I'm on my prime time
But hustler turned pimp, doe
He was getting pimp dough
Now only selling his dope
But now he selling nympho's
Not so cautious about how he sells
Made his way to county jails
Now he lonely in them cells
How he feel
It was probably hell
He got out, but on that same shit
I guess when you lawyer to yourself then you can't switch
But how can you blame kid
Don't know what he was goin' through
Cause hustle is his bread and butter
He don't want any other fool
But I wake up, open up shop, get my hustle on
Wake up early in the morn'
Make a couple records, getting reckless on these records
Til' these fuck niggas respect it
Go and get it, make a difference
Wake up with a new perspective, motherfucker
Wake up
I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry
If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely
If I gotta break up with the streets I feel lonely
Justify the love of mine
For life of crime, my life and times
Is hard at times
I fall a time, like all the time
And then I dream for baller time
And then the clock rewind, and I
Wake up
I know homie
I know homie
Wake up
I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry
If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely
If I gotta bring out with the streets I feel lonely
Justify the love of mine
For life of crime, my life and times
Is hard at times
I fall a time, like all the time
And then I dream for baller time
And then the clock rewind, and I
Wake up
I know homie
I know homie
We ain't chose this type of living, it's what we gotta do
Part of niggas hear us cripping and drop out of school
Selling drugs or they pimping like the prostitutes
Living in a nightmare, pension is what you gotta do
Wake up
Hello?
Rise and shine, nigga
Bro, what you need, bro
What you on nigga? You tryna hit up the mall?
Hit up the mall? Nigga I got like five dollars
And I know you broker than me bro so what you mean
Yeah, that's why I said "hit up the mall" nigga
Get your ass up man, let's roll
The song "Hustla’s Story" by Cozz is about the struggles and circumstances of a hustler's life. The song begins with a shoutout to all the hustlers out there. Cozz then talks about waking up every day and opening up shop, selling drugs straight out of the crib and breaking into another home, just to make a living. He empathizes with others in similar circumstances and understands why they behave the way they do.
The lyrics also touch upon the consequences of the hustler's lifestyle, including getting caught and serving time in jail. Cozz talks about his own early experiences with drugs and how drugs have affected his life’s directions. He acknowledges that selling drugs is not a choice but a necessity for many in the demographic he is trying to address.
The song ends with Cozz encouraging his listeners to stay aware of the danger of their chosen path while at the same time standing up and proving themselves in the hustle. It's a reflection of what life can be like growing up in certain areas, as money is a constant reason to hustle, and circumstances can push individuals towards certain paths to make a living.
Line by Line Meaning
Shoutout my hustlers, I mean
Acknowledging all the hustlers and their hard work.
Everybody hustlers
No one is exempt from this way of life.
Wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on
Start your day and begin the grind, whether it's selling pills or breaking into homes.
Selling pills straight out her crib, and break into another home
Engaging in illicit activities to make money and survive in harsh conditions.
This ain't my story that I'm singing my nigga, but this is another song
The song is not his personal story, but rather a representation of the experiences of others who hustle.
This probably your uncle song, Probably your big brother song, Your father or your mother song
Hustling has been a part of many people's lives and has been passed down through generations.
I understand your circumstance so in your head there's nothing wrong
Due to difficult circumstances and lack of opportunities, some people feel that hustling is their only option.
How you could blame how you behave? If we paid and we ain't getting loans
Lack of access to loans and financial aid leads some to resort to hustling as the only way to make money.
You don't know what's going on, If you ain't live to see this shit I can't describe
It's hard to explain the true nature of the hustle if you haven't experienced it firsthand.
Taking chances so they survive, This all happens just to take a life
People take risks and sometimes resort to criminal activity to survive in harsh environments.
In the end it was all for bread, And use the heat just to make it rise
All the hustling is done for the sake of making money, and sometimes involves using violence or weapons.
Not sure how to raise a daughter, But they know to raise the price, so what you goin' through
People may not know how to handle other areas of life, but they understand how to increase profits and hustles accordingly.
I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on, I understand your circumstance, so in their heads, there's nothing wrong
Continuing to emphasize the hustle as the only way out of tough circumstances for many individuals.
Wake up, I know only, trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry
Feeling trapped in a vicious cycle and always on the verge of danger or being eaten up by the harsh environment.
If I can't lay up in the streets I feel lonely
The hustling lifestyle is so ingrained that normal life can feel boring and unfulfilling.
Justify the love of mine, For life of crime, my life and times
Desperately trying to rationalize the constant hustling and involvement in criminal activity.
We ain't chose this type of living, it's what we gotta do, Part of n****s hear us cripping and drop out of school, Selling drugs or they pimping like the prostitutes
Many youngsters resort to hustling and criminal activity after dropping out of school or finding no other options.
Living in a nightmare, pension is what you gotta do, Wake up
Life feels like a never-ending nightmare and hustling is the only option for survival.
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Cody Rashad Osagie, Frankie Beverly, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Jiovanni Romano, Justin Matthew Bryant
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