Tonalità: D minor
Verse 1
Bm
You gotta keep up your hustle,
Em
F#m
don't let your dreams die
Bm
Em
You gotta stay on the grind,
Bm
G
D
and keep your head high
A
Bm
You got ta keep up your hustle,
G
D
don't let your dreams die
Bm
You gotta stay on the grind,
Em
D
and keep your head high
Bm
Once a little dude found school,
D
wasn't no way to get paid
G
He hit the block
A
and didn't stain the American way
Bm
From the bottom to the top,
figure he don't rise like Heath
F#m
Em
F#m
About 10 IQs just to play, shit, 820 at least
Bm
So he started with a gram
and then he doubled it up
G
You'd have thought he was George
A
Washington carving away,
Bm
but with a jar of shit
He could have went to Burger King for six
Em
F#m
But a gallon for the catty running 306
A
Bm
And his momma disability
ain't paying him shit
G
So little buddy under pressure
A
trying to cover the rent
F#
Bm
And it don't help that the cribs
F#m
D
on music TV fly
Bm
Em
And he need a couple more stacks
F#m
to pimp his ride
Bm
So the man ain't makin' money,
D
money makin' the man
Bm
G
Now it's money makin' money
A
and he thankin' the man
Bm
Lil' buddy never planned to fail,
F#m
yet he failed to plan
Em
Couple young niggas out to rob him,
A
took his ass off the planet
Bm
You gotta keep up your hustle,
D
Em
G
D
don't let your dreams die
A
Bm
G
You gotta stay on the grind,
A
Bm
Em
D
F#m
and keep your head high
Bm
You got ta keep up your hustle,
D
Em
G
D
don't let your dreams die
Bm
A
You gotta stay on the grind,
G
Em
D
and keep your head high
Bm
It's a little Susie Poe dancer,
G
Bm
G
better known as Merage 500 for the kid,
A
Bm
her G gets a Menage a trois
Body toned in plastic jugglers,
apple bottom
Em
F#m
Looks as dumb as the vets and rookies,
A
smell like cookies
Bm
No part of how she used to live
D
Bm
was ever easy
G
Took what's under baby fat
A
Bm
and pulled a Georgian Weezy
F#m
Use a thinker like a banker,
Bm
Em
senses for more than addiction
F#m
Traded ambition for hop
A
in' and wishin'
Bm
D
Designer skirt, pump wearin',
Bm
G
soft speakin', mob swearin'
A
Bm
Men dig a little dirty talk
She teaches honeys on makin' money
A
F#m
and got em' splittin'
Em
checks like a Kit Kat
F#m
No breaks, but kickbacks
Bm
Leave the biography,
the new Anna Nicole
G
A
One two step, the goodies,
Bm
the gold and foes
To caveat dreams and
champagne wishes
Em
Baby livin' real fly,
F#m
but now she's dreamin'
Bm
through a dog's eye
Keep up your hustle,
D
Em
G
A
don't let your dreams die
Bm
Em
You gotta stay on the grind,
Bm
Em
D
F#m
and keep your head high
A
Bm
You gotta keep up your hustle,
Em
G
D
don't let your dreams die
A
Bm
Em
You gotta stay on the grind,
Bm
Em
D
Bm
D
and keep your head high
F#m
Bm
I spit for degenerates,
no pension, no benefits
G
And stole a fair square,
A
Bm
cause ain't nobody gives a shit
F#m
Halfway houses and correctional facilities
Bm
Em
Teenage mamas are dropped
F#m
out in elementary,
Bm
no sympathy
There's some cold, dark memories,
G
a constant feeling
A
D
Bm
Like is this life really here for me?
D
Bm
Open up your eyes, y take a look around
F#m
Em
What you're reading in the papers
F#m
is completely watered down
Bm
They don't wanna tell you the truth,
cause the truth hurts
G
The true fear's where we fall,
A
they learn to shoot first
Bm
They call us savages and
F#m
animals for how we live
Em
But where we live,
F#m
it's so hard to be positive
Bm
When it's kids in the street,
they can't eat, they can't sleep
G
So they learn to hustle packs
A
and they get out in the street
Bm
Cause it's the only thing they know,
so they workin' that stripper pole
Em
I know it's hard, lil' mama,
F#m
don't ever let your dreams go
A
Bm
You gotta keep up your hustle,
G
D
A
don't let your dreams die
Bm
Em
You gotta stay on the grind
Bm
D
F#m
and keep your head high.
Bm
You gotta keep up your hustle.
D
Em
G
D
A
Don't let your dreams die.
Bm
Em
You gotta stay on the grind
Bm
F#m
G
Em
D
and keep your head high.
F#m
Bm
You gotta keep up your hustle.
G
Don't let your dreams die.
Ladies and gentlemen,
A
Bm
my name is Lex Hustle.
A
I'd like to thank you for coming out
F#m
Bm
and attending our soirée.
Em
This my man Bull right
F#m
here on that mic,
and over here,
Bm
that's my man Big Fella.
F#m
D
G
Behind me, we got Big Kev on drums.
A
And beside me over here,
F#
that's my man Shariff of
Bm
D
mine singing the hook
F#m
Bm
and jam ming out on the guitar.
F#m
Em
We got my man Antoine on bass,
F#m
A
letting y 'all have it.
Bm
D
F#m
And I just want to let everybody know
G
out there that's in the crowd,
A
Bm
anything that you believe is possible,
it's possible.
Don't let anybody ever
tell you any different.
Em
We live a proof of that.
F#m
We the have -nots.
Bm
We the people that they said
will never have shit
F#m
and will never be shit.
G
And we're standing up on this stage
A
doing what we love to do for a living.
Bm
Because we believed it was possible.
The only reason people fail
Em
is because they stop believing.
Bm
So whether you're out there at the 9 to 5,
Bm
or you're out there flipping packs
and you're stripping on that pole,
G
you keep doing what you're doing
A
knowing that's a stepping stone
for you trying to get where
Bm
you're trying to go.
Don't ever let anybody slow you down.
Em
Keep hustling.
F#m
Keep moving.
And whatever you do,
Bm
stay focused.
Bm
Em
Bm
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Bm
Em
Bm
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