The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head
Every day, brother!
The hustle is in my head
The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head
Every day, brother
The hustle is in my head
The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head

I'm gonna aim, I'm gonna zoom, I'm gonna goom these little travs
I want to weigh, Range Rover HSE, I want to hustle
Shoot the next one who calls me "little brother", let him crash and get my cash out
I don't want to make my place, I want the place to bear my name
A prophet of insolence, I'm gonna teach them violence
Mess up, when the struggle ends, the troubles begin
Make the blood flow from the start, don't worry, I'm the one who starts
I'm determined, hardcore, and I'm gonna fire on all these sons of bitches
I'm gonna precipitate their fall, I think they're not hungry, them
They're more discreet than a millionaire with a twenty-E Samsung
I'll put my balls on the field, you won't be able to do anything about it
Gain without loss, my freedom, both hands in the shit
I'm tearing up the world, dude, with my chicos, your bag
Just big slaps, my big claws to take my dough from your pocket
I'm gonna make a Tony carnage, a Zé Pequeno mess
The struggle, the crazy life, it's just a matter of weight
A field full of stoned living dead, oh, I live!
Cité Carter, Auschwitz!
No one will agree until I've pulled out the gun
I'll go to confession to press my fate under hydraulic press
Determined, determined, to end in the real, cuz
Real twelve, screw, weigh, slam in the Grey Goose
Hide the lightning in the powder to end off-piste
We are never better served than by our wholesaler

The hustle is in my head
The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head
Every day, brother!
The hustle is in my head
The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head
Every day, brother
The hustle is in my head
The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head
Every day, brother
The hustle is in my head
The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head

I take the loves, I take the loves, I see the money coming in droves
Audi RS, black rims, a bit drunk, we load the taga
They won't see my caliber coming hidden behind tinted windows
I'm healthy, when I'm gonna go up, I'm gonna fuck the rain-ter'
More and more enemies, may they rest in peace
Strong character, you have a plan A, we fuck your plan B
We can't look alike, he owes money, we have to make him tremble
Appointment with the moon, we watch the sun blaze
I hear the vils-ci on the walkies, I know they don't like me
We go from gram to lo-ki, from lo-ki to ton
My pig character, I've shouted too much at my offspring
I trust them a hundred percent, I know there won't be any bag missing
I bought apartments, today I buy mansions
I don't live any way anymore but, weird, I still have sweaty hands
Here are the buddies at the depot, I have the cops on my ribs
They can all probe them, they have nothing founded on my funds
A guy, it's just three leads, with three plans, you're redone
These bitches want my skin since I stack trophies
An anonymous phone call, I ended up getting arrested
The hustle is in my head and in that of my brothers

The hustle is in my head
The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head
Every day, brother!
The hustle is in my head
The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head
Every day, brother
The hustle is in my head
The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head
Every day, brother
The hustle is in my head
The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head

I aimed, I zoomed, I goomed these little travs
I weighed, Range Rover HSE, I hustled
I don't see these bitches who called me "little brothers" years later, I'm out of my cage
I lost my place, and the place still doesn't bear my name
I'm outside, I have to relaunch, I know the price of violence
On the other side of the bars, I'm the same without the money, the insolence
Play cash, lose cash, with the Devil, you can negotiate
And your wife's breath smells like your partner's dick
Now, the assault rifles all have a Russian accent
I count the real friends left on Oscar Pistorius' toes
Go from kilo to ton, from sheet metal to construction site
My lifestyle, I hear these fag rappers sing it
I pay for my mistakes, it's karma, I pulled the dirty number
I've fathered as many fucking zombies as George Romero
In a De Palma, I give big up to incarcerated Scarface
There are only baby criminals left, young triggers, sharp fangs
There are those who sell, those who buy, you survive, you have the stature
The price of drugs hasn't dropped, even at Delarue's death
Parachuted into reality, the life of a retired thug
A job, a kid for whom I'm just a foreign asshole
It's far, the plaques, the ovens, the Spanish border
The hookers dancing on my fly when the siren of the cops howls
I stress, I see them getting fat, it pushes to come out of retirement
I try not to relapse but the hustle is in my head
Brother!

The hustle is in my head
The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head
Every day, brother!
The hustle is in my head
The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head
Every day, brother
The hustle is in my head
The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head
Every day, brother
The hustle is in my head
The hustle, the hustle, the hustle is in my head
Every day, brother

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