Another Hustle chords by Meyhem Lauren

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Verse 1
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Yeah, it's that smooth shit, J -Love,
Mayhem, Laurent, nigga
Respect that, know what mean?
All my hip -hop niggas, what it is, one time
All my fly niggas, hustlin',
countin' thousand -dollar stacks, nigga
Word up, man, get your mind right
Yeah, stay focused, hop out a V,
pull a bitch or somethin', nigga
Ayo, live shit, still on the strip,
six in the clip, 2 .2
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Verse the fuckin', nick it off my dick,
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I'm like a spliff
Laced with dust, messin' your mind up
I pull hair and rough bitches up when I fuck
You soft niggas probably bust nuts
With your eyes shut, I work too hard
None of you faggots take
in mind what I said it
Double L's, that's unrespected
Money over everything,
but loyalty and friendship
Pocket profit every day
and try not to reflect it
Can't shine yet,
kid, protectin' my investment
Recognize my business ethic,
they low -behave generic
But I was 20 givin' niggas
20 pounds on credit
Now I'm 23 and I still got a sneaker fetish
I'd rather see a orange night box
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filled up with lettuce
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If you get lost in my sentence,
I ain't givin' you directions
Jules Drive must've been beyond
your comprehension
I pledge allegiance to
the code and the street
Polo jacket on my back,
tan tims on my feet
Make fools holdin' heat,
dumpin' pigs on the beat
Another day, another hustle,
set up stride for the E
Smoke bills on the top,
rubber band on the knots
Sixteen and a pound,
seventeen in the Glock
Got stock on the block,
if hip -hop don't pop
Shit is real, niggas actin'
like they can't get shot
Ayo, ain't shit change,
it's still crime on the mind
We got fiends killin' nicks
like Reggie Miller in his prime
I design rhymes, drug dealers recognize
And analyze every thought inside
Life's an enterprise,
doin' dips ain't exercise
We shake jakes, police on my nuts,
bout to give em a taste
Wide awake, see niggas get
caught when they sleep
I'm countin' thousand
dollar stacks
while you dudes count sheep
Bitches are weak,
and a lot of niggas are bitches
So I keep em out my circle,
bitch niggas are bad for business
Uncle Sam tryna take mayhem's riches
I don't pay no tax,
when it come to movin' packs, so relax
My borrowed on fake, no jacks,
got bread to pop mo
I'd rather stack though,
respect the motto,
never fall for a ho
But I beat like my hog
when I sold my first hog
I pledge allegiance to the
gold in the street
Polo jacket on my back,
tantrums on my feet
Make rules, holdin' heat,
dumpin' pigs on the beat
Another day, another hustle, son,
I'm striving to eat
Small pills on the top,
rubber band on the knots
Sixteen in a pound, seventeen in a Glock
Got stock on the block,
if hip -hop don't pop
Shit is real, niggas actin'
like they can't get shot
Shit could get ill, like back blocks in Brazil
In my early 20s,
already completing my will
It's the kid from the J -Love tapes
who stack papes
I'm an Air Force down for real,
don't rock bapes
Crate's what we sit on
when we look at the stars
I got fam overseas
and niggas locked behind bars
So don't try to school me,
life's sorta like a movie
Your clique is just a fake pussy,
a bunch of Suzies
I swear to God that I ain't wanna sell coke
But I was so close to broke,
I could smell the smoke
From the hell around the corner
I was about to approach
Had beef with Bankruptcy,
he was playin' me close
And a n***a like me,
I ain't livin' like that
Got the world on my shoulders
and it's breakin' my back
Tryna turn my roadmaster
to a brand new Lack
Who want a problem with the kid?
I got a brand new Mack
And I rap how I act,
make moves quick like crack
But I got my eyes open
cause this world's a trap
I'm a grown -ass man,
I ain't lookin' to scrap
But I'll leave your face flat
if you want it like that
We some vets, fall back, give us respect
One shot then I'm out,
put a hole in your neck, NYC
Keep the world on it's axis,
police are only good
for directions and talk of practice
I pledge allegiance to the
code of the street,
polo jacket on my back,
tantums on my feet
Make moves holding heat,
dumping pigs on the beat
Another day, another hustle,
son I'm striving to eat
Small pills on the top,
rubber band on the knots
16 in a pound, 17 in a Glock
Got stock on the block,
if hip hop don't pop
Shit is real, niggas actin' like they