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    "I Don't Want To Be A Hustler" Lyrics

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    Yeah, it's that shit, yeah
    Didn't wanna be a hustler but I had no choice
    Y'all don't know what that is, that's [Incomprehensible] shit, what
    Didn't wanna be a hustler but I had no choice
    Lemme school y'all for a minute, what

    I didn't wanna be a hustler
    Didn't wanna hurt my mother
    I know she didn't raise me that way
    But I had to feed my family
    "Lord, watch his back," she did pray
    I'm sorry, Mama, but now I'm paid

    Because of my surroundin', I had no real choice an'
    Knew that I was goin' not even knowin'
    This was my destiny, a ghetto prodigy
    Livin' in poverty really checked my mentality
    Brought out the thug in me

    I didn't wanna be a hustler, no
    Didn't wanna hurt my mother, oh but
    I know she didn't raise me that way
    But I had to feed my family
    "Lord, watch his back," she did pray
    I'm sorry, Mama, but now I'm paid

    Before the crib and the 600
    I was a shorty on the block runnin'
    A little punk mothafucka just like you
    Loud mouth knucklehead who loved to fight too

    But I learned the real way of winnin' the game
    Is not clockin' for another cat, makin' him famous
    But coppin' me a brick, stayin' on the low
    Hustled it myself, now I'm never gonna be broke

    I didn't wanna be a hustler
    Didn't wanna hurt my mother, oh no
    I know she didn't raise me that way
    But I had to feed my family
    "Lord, watch his back," she did pray

    I'm sorry, Mama, but now I'm paid

    This the best part right here

    All day, all night and all day, had to get my pay, but
    Some body out there know what I'm talkin' about
    But the stacks, stacks and stacks of cash
    Kept my pockets fat, [Incomprehensible]

    All day, all night and all day, had to get my pay, but
    [Incomprehensible]But the stacks, stacks and stacks of cash
    Kept my pockets fat

    I gotta get it
    Now if you got it like they want it and you know it
    Now somebody say ohh
    Dave make 'em holla for that dolla

    Oh oh oh
    Gotta get my money, y'all
    Hey, hey
    Didn't wanna be

    I didn't wanna be a hustler
    Didn't wanna hurt my mother
    I know she didn't raise me that way
    But I had to feed my family
    "Lord, watch his back," she did pray
    I'm sorry, Mama, but now I'm paid

    I didn't wanna be a hustler
    Didn't wanna hurt my mother
    I know she didn't raise me that way
    But I had to feed my family
    "Lord, watch his back," she did pray
    I'm sorry, Mama, but now I'm paid

    Everybody say, ohh
    [Incomprehensible]Gotta get that, ohh
    [Incomprehensible]
    This song was submitted on November 5th, 2012 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Vidal Davis, David Le Chaine Hollister, Ryan Toby.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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