Verse 1 (Topkat):
Heads crown this king ‘cause it sounds fit
Original new sh*t feels like new kicks
Custom made, I’m all about the dank[?]
Son, I ain't tryna hear it, baby, not today
There’s money to make, network, congregate
Wide awake, never in a somber state
I know what it takes, I roll with no brakes
The reason why I brought the mic in yellow tape
Time waits for no man, even the snowman
I didn’t have to choose, I was chosen
By the people, by the game
Even though I never been the one to see a lot of thangs
Career move, I do shows to entertain
Tune the right brain, stay in your right lane
It’s like the game ain’t the same
I shouldn’t have to say it, you should know and feel the pain
Chorus (Jayne Rio):
What’s the hustle for the day?
Don’t let now go away
Hope you never go astray, and let time slip away
What’s the hustle for the day?
Don’t let now go away
Hope you never go astray, and let time slip away
Slip away (*echoes*)
Verse 2 (Hopie):
In the streets of San Francisco
With the sand of the whistle, it’s hand to the pistol
Or the Cortez to the chainlink fence
And pronto, ever ready for the encore
City folk on they toes between hoods and the five-o
You stay in survival mode
Last down to practice, cash in the mattress
Stash in the attic, rap straight to classic status
What I’m sayin’s the product of street mantras
A mind set to ink
Work swing shift to get your tapes made
Slang em out your whip like spliffs in eighth grade
If you b’raised[?] in the shade of the land of the haves
That you have not got
What have got rot[?] if not that proud lass
Hopie Spitshard is up that ballots[?]
Chorus (Jayne Rio):
What’s the hustle for the day?
Don’t let now go away
Hope you never go astray, and let time slip away
What’s the hustle for the day?
Don’t let now go away
Hope you never go astray, and let time slip away
Slip away (*echoes*)