Hustle
J-Zone and Pablo Martin Are the Du-Rites Lyrics
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I gotta hustle, yeah
I gotta hustle, yeah
I gotta hustle, yeah
I gotta hustle
I gotta hustle, I gotta get this bread
I gotta get it before my momma see me fucking dead
I gotta get it so my family full of stomachs fed
I promise you gon end up dead
If you didn’t believe me then
Then don’t believe me now
I done walked miles so I can see your face like wow
Reflect on the bad times, these children hardly smile
Yeah the sun out
All you hear is guns out
They spun the block
Get ready to have some fun now
Shots reported
Sound like somebody banging drums now
It’s just a routine
A everyday crime scene
Seen some shit everyday, make my eyes bleed
Feeling like I’m dirty
Pray to god, get my soul clean
Then like fuck it, cause your boy feeling so clean
Mixing good with bad
See the devil in my dreams
The constant overthink
Fucking with my self esteem
I gotta get to it, cause if I don’t get it
I promise ima fucking lose it
Silent moving through the shit I maneuver in
Neighbors asking, who dat boy
What he doing man
I gotta get to it, cause if I don’t get it
I promise ima fucking lose it
Silent moving through the shit I maneuver in
Neighbors asking, who dat boy
What he doing man
Aye who dat boy
That’s the bro, Prolific P
All bout his goals, never see him in the scene
I’m the best rapper of my city since 17
Born hustler cause ima get it by any means
If hip hop a chain then bitch I’m the missing link
The shit I witnessed
Hidden drugs under kitchen sinks
Aha
You would think I'd end up traumatized
I knew the first thing on the list was prioritize
Packs in the mail, these bitches taking foreign flights
You need to watch it cause there's snakes hiding in your grass
I was taught finding ways making extra cash
Combine all them pays and peep on how your cabbage raise
Crying all them days when people showed them damage ways
Hiding all this pain, now you see the savage made
J. Ban the name, this year I take my baggage claim
Solo in this lane
Take me time to handle fame
I gotta get to it, cause if I don’t get it
I promise ima fucking lose it
Silent moving through the shit I maneuver in
Neighbors asking, who dat boy
What he doing man
I gotta get to it, cause if I don’t get it
I promise ima fucking lose it
Silent moving through the shit I maneuver in
Neighbors asking, who dat boy
What he doing man
The lyrics to "Hustle" by J-Zone and Pablo Martin Are the Du-Rites delve into the struggles and hardships of hustling to make a living in a tough environment. The repetition of "I gotta hustle, yeah" emphasizes the urgency and determination of the singer to succeed through hard work and perseverance. The lyrics express the need to make money to provide for oneself and loved ones, highlighting the pressure and responsibility to survive in challenging circumstances.
The mention of wanting to "get this bread" before their mother sees them dead underscores the sense of urgency and importance of financial stability. The lyrics depict a real-life struggle for survival, where the singer is willing to do whatever it takes to ensure their family is fed and safe. The acknowledgment of potential danger and violence adds a layer of desperation to the narrative, with the promise of retaliation to anyone who threatens their family.
The artist reflects on the harsh realities of their environment, where violence and crime are everyday occurrences. The description of gunfire and crime scenes paints a vivid picture of a dangerous neighborhood where one must constantly watch their back. The inner turmoil and conflict within the singer are evident as they grapple with their conscience, seeking redemption and a sense of cleanliness amid the chaos and struggles they face.
The lyrics also touch upon themes of ambition and perseverance, with the artist proclaiming themselves as a born hustler who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals. The mention of witnessing drug activities and prioritizing responsibilities reflects the harsh upbringing and challenging circumstances that have shaped the singer's worldview. Despite the hardships and pain endured, there is a sense of resilience and determination to rise above adversity and claim their rightful place in the world.
Line by Line Meaning
I gotta hustle, yeah
I must work hard and grind to achieve my goals
I gotta hustle, I gotta get this bread
I need to hustle to earn money and provide for myself
I gotta get it before my momma see me fucking dead
I need to succeed before my mom sees me fail
I gotta get it so my family full of stomachs fed
I have to work hard to ensure my family has enough to eat
And if you touch em, I promise you gon end up dead
If anyone harms my family, there will be serious consequences
If you didn’t believe me then, then don’t believe me now
If you doubted me before, there's no reason to believe me now
I done walked miles so I can see your face like wow
I have faced many challenges to reach this point
Reflect on the bad times, these children hardly smile
Looking back on tough times when joy was scarce
Yeah the sun out, all you hear is guns out
Even in daylight, violence is prevalent
They spun the block, get ready to have some fun now
Danger is approaching, be prepared for action
Shots reported, sound like somebody banging drums now
Gunshots ring out in the neighborhood like drumbeats
It’s just a routine, a everyday crime scene
Violence and crime have become a regular occurrence
Seen some shit everyday, make my eyes bleed
Daily exposure to harsh realities takes a toll on me
Feeling like I’m dirty, pray to god, get my soul clean
Seeking spiritual cleansing from the inner turmoil
Then like fuck it, cause your boy feeling so clean
Despite it all, feeling refreshed and renewed
Mixing good with bad, see the devil in my dreams
Navigating through positive and negative influences
The constant overthink, fucking with my self esteem
Excessive analysis causing self-doubt and insecurity
I promise ima fucking lose it
I risk losing control if I don't achieve my goals
Silent moving through the shit I maneuver in
Quietly navigating through challenging situations
Neighbors asking, who dat boy, what he doing man
Curious onlookers wondering about my actions
All bout his goals, never see him in the scene
Focused on achieving his ambitions, not seeking attention
Hidden drugs under kitchen sinks, aha
Illegal substances concealed in unexpected places
You would think I'd end up traumatized
One might expect me to be deeply affected by my experiences
I knew the first thing on the list was prioritize
Recognizing the importance of setting priorities
Hiding all this pain, now you see the savage made
Concealing emotional distress, revealing a tough exterior
This year I take my baggage claim
Addressing personal issues and struggles
Take me time to handle fame
Adjusting to and managing newfound recognition
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Written by: Joseph Banda
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