Knock Tha Hustle (feat. J Cole) [Remix]

Yeah, third take, nigga "Cozz & Effect," nigga Yeah, yeah, I got to Huh, yeah, yeah (Trauma Tone) Yo, huh, jealousy holding enemies hostage Eventually the penalty will come and haunt ya Hennessy memories leaving me nauseous But the Hennessy makes the melodies awesome So instead of me talking, I'm steady jotting And steady plotting on how to gain spaghetti toppings You know that Parmesan, that cheddar, mozzarella The list goes on and on, you know my heart is strong I'm a young phenomenon, it's like these People keep forgetting It's always the least expected who ends up getting it So don't tell me 'bout no niggas hating What's the point if I hear? Mr. Not-Giving-A-Fuck with a joint in his ear Put that steak on his plate, then so long, disappear Empty gut, I'm hungry man, the guns pointing this year I'm feeling like I'm dealing with children, boy, I'm killing Niggas already trying to bite styles, you break a tooth if you bite down Bitch I go way too hard I've been in this hood, dawg, for way too long, man I've been quiet for way too long Been patiently waiting can't wait too long, dawg I've been broke, man, for way too long No hot water for way too long You can't knock the hustle, it's way too strong Man, we way too strong (yeah) Death to the imposters, label me the king My dreams could win Oscars, my niggas turned mobsters My white friends doctors, fatherless child Listen, how I got this knowledge is wild Streets taught me, speak softly, nigga, watch from the crowd 'Cause any nigga that's loud, just want attention and eventually blaow! No fake niggas allowed in my circle, dawg You been through half the shit I been through, it'll hurt ya, dawg Tread softly, my nigga moving state to state, running late, watch 'em Tryna avoid state troopers, that's the Weight Watchers Run this dope, set this cake 'til they say, "Gotcha" Or 'til the fat lady sings, and niggas hate operas And Oprah hate niggas Make no mistake that we know the stake Still, we hope to make over eight figures Slim chances, but niggas bet against the odds And who am I to criticize how you play your cards, dawg? 'Cause I done beat the odds going way too hard I been getting slept on for way too long I been patiently waiting for way too long I been quiet, dawg, for way too long You can't knock the hustle, dawg, it's way too strong It's way too strong I said you can't knock my hustle, dawg, it's way too strong It's way too strong Look, I never admit it, tryna get my brother acquitted Yo, tell the judge I'll be happy to pay him off if he's with it My flesh and blood, hauled off to the cell I search for heaven as I see him getting lost in this hell Headed for coffin or jail, to never try is the ultimate fail But love is wanting more for someone than they want for themselves Deep, I guess I love a lot Because the more I do my thang, the more I feel the guilt and shame that my brother's not Reminisce as we was kids screaming, "Fuck a cop" Guess he took it serious, for me, that shit was just for props Arms too skinny to hug the block I found comfort in my dreams of things seen on the screen of fortune and fame Decisions, decisions, the Porsche or the Range I take a trip back to the 'Ville, only corpses remain Some of them niggas still breathing but they dead inside Victims of a genocide, tears fill my eyes, dawg 'Cause I've been out of touch, man, for way too long I've been out in Hollywood for way too long I've been getting this paper for way too long I ain't called my pops back in way too long I done make my girl wait for way too long I wonder if I changed, am I way too on? Can't knock my hustle, but It's way too strong It's way too strong "Cozz & Effect" Dreamville Cole World Let me hear that back