Hustle Is My Religion lyrics

[Intro]
We ugh, All Star

[Verse 1: Nas]
High Cinderella, loafers glass
Fold up cash
You ain't heard this soldier's half
You speaking hog wash
Silly sh*t
Hold the dash, I got that live spark
Philly lit, smoker's jacket on
Son of a capricorn, my dads a don
What you think that he spawned?
A slacker? Nah
A packer? Nah
My jibber-jabber lacks the swine
Smack your moms relaxed and calm
Then mack your mom
Cause you don't know how to act round Nas
You flash round Nas
Like a test you gotta pass round Nas
Ladies spread they ass like a wide mouth bass
Just to get a glance from Nas
They dance round Nas
Chance with Nas
While the music amplifies
Hundred foot yacht in Cancun high
You sweat from a rhinoceros nuts
Baboons behind
I'm fly with my design
I'm fly with mine y'all
[Hook: Pream-O]
Politickan, we made it without a pot to p*ss in
Opposition is nothin' more than your competition
My commission is gettin' figures in my position
Hustle is my religion, hustle is my religion
Politickan, we made it without a pot to p*ss in
Opposition is nothin' more than your competition
My commission is gettin' figures in my position
Hustle is my religion, hustle is my religion

[Verse 2: Pream-O]
Yo from the womb to the tomb, you can bet that sh*t
Any struggle I was facin', had to dead that sh*t
I went to Queens for the work, to finesse that sh*t
On my life, we dropped the price, we could stretch that sh*t
We in the field in New York tryna jet that sh*t
We giants, you smokin' nicks, where'd you get that sh*t?
They sick, the dope flip, from me blessin' y'all, Escobar
Got me street dreamin' upper echelon, next in line
Better time work than to waste on sh*t
My time work, savin' money that you waste on chicks
Straight on flips, got me gettin' straight on chips
I'm focused in and movin' special like the 8 on hip
Wait on sh*t, no I'ma get it now
That's word to God's Son n*gga, I'ma put it down
My grind ain't been the same since the day I seen a thou
Now I'm lookin' at a hundred, ain't been hurtin' in a while
Wicked's how I'm livin'
Criminal
Online flow, digital
I go through hell so it's Heaven that I get my child
It's been a while since the focus wasn't money piles
Now these young thugs runnin' around lookin' funny style
I got a dummy style, stupid good flow
I don't trust too many n*ggas, I'ma (?) for sure
I roof in the door like Nino with the snipers
Money rollin' up like a sour with the lighters
First class seats takin' trips, need a cypher
Smilin' cause the white swine culture don't like us
Hard like Rykers
Mental penitentiaries, movin' like a lifer
Look what ghettos did to me
Paintin' pictures with me, leave Picasso with the brush
Bein' famous sounds good but to make it is a must
I'd rather die a getter way before I hit the dust
Cause I grew up in some hoods that the tourists wouldn't touch
n*gga trust
[Hook: Pream-O]
Politickan, we made it without a pot to p*ss in
Opposition is nothin' more than your competition
My commission is gettin' figures in my position
Hustle is my religion, hustle is my religion
Politickan, we made it without a pot to p*ss in
Opposition is nothin' more than your competition
My commission is gettin' figures in my position
Hustle is my religion, hustle is my religion

[Hook: Pream-O]
Politickan, we made it without a pot to p*ss in
Opposition is nothin' more than your competition
My commission is gettin' figures in my position
Hustle is my religion, hustle is my religion
Politickan, we made it without a pot to p*ss in
Opposition is nothin' more than your competition
My commission is gettin' figures in my position
Hustle is my religion, hustle is my religion