Hustlin' - T.I.

I’m out here, hustlin

I’m just thinkin 'bout gettin back home to you babe

I’m out here, hustlin

You see that’s how I’m able to send that little money to you

Hustlin — let’s get more freedom

In my future, so we can ball (out here)

So we can sip champagne, and puff that mary jane

And you can fly first class on an airplane

Jeah, ay, let’s go man

I remember comin up, used to hate to get on the bus

Dreams of gettin paid and makin the big bucks

Started to get a little then couldn’t get enough

Let me in, I’ma win nigga I don’t give a fuck

The environment sucks but the bread ain’t bad

The broads, don’t fuck 'em all but the head ain’t bad

I’m young, rich and legit;

think the Feds ain’t mad?

Haters are sick of the Six, so scared of the scad

Dag, damn nigga ya ain’t have to brag

This’ll never pay, remember when you said that bad?

The nigga still thinkin I blew up so fast

J. Geter, remember when you put up yo' last?

This for my niggas tryin to flip yo' cash

'fore the Feds can get a chance to clip yo' ass

Get a lot of powder in a Ziplock bag

Wrist full of rubber bands, 40-cal's in the dash

Yo ay, ay, let me holla at 'em Gov'.

I know some people love me to death and there’s some that can’t stand me

Cause I got a big ass crib in Miami (what else?)

Another out in Cali, backyard so sandy (okay)

And most broads find it hard to understand me

But the same attitude that make crews goddamn me

Is the same ones that got me lookin cool at the Grammy’s

Haters wanna damage me but King you’ll never be

Shawty holla at me when you get your first felony

Then holla at me when you’ve been on Dave Letterman

Say they never seen a real nigga so elegant

Lames wanna hear that real shit and I’m tellin it

Trained the game to be sold and I’m sellin it

Chasin a Honda mil', that bullshit is irrelevant

We can race if you wanna, I bet on me and you’ll never win

Simply cause a loser’s somethin I’ve never been

If you doubt now holla back at 2007 then

Hustlin… out here…

Hustlin… out here…