Frank Knight - Hustle Hard Baby [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Frank Knight]

Now what do you ride for, wait oh hi ho
I got two O’s Ohio
I got the weed man, I’m the weed man
Stepping in the spots like yo what you need man
Right after this flow don’t leave I’m selling trees man
With a couple shirts from the frat the dream clan
I don’t see how they think it’s people to compare to me
Psycho Pac, after shot, no nut you can pair to me
I’m the naked truth so shorty you got to bare with me
Still repping in a time where loyalty a rarity
My crew valiant stallions peep Smoove in medallions
I’m bagging fly Italians, eying, loving that I’m gallant
I’m still wilding prolly violent thinking millions piling
Feeling now the time for shining and to style on every island
I’m just from the heavy robbing, where we ain’t got every option
Yeah that boy dead and rotten cause lead went to popping
The people of the ghetto all lived my battered story
It’s born alone, die alone, no one battled for me
I rep the soul of the hood the spirited tatted on me
I made my own future I designed my tarot for me

[Hook: Frank Knight]

Tell me what your hustle like baby
Do you really hustle hard baby
Tell me what your hustle like baby
Hustle hard baby, hustle hard baby (2x)

[Verse 2: Frank Knight]

We young brothers coming up, with the world at our feet
Just dealing in the game while trying to hear Yahweh speak
Sitting stressed, exhaling sins out a dour leaf
You in a world where the UN empower grief
And where practice hoes only made wifey by default
You skeeted accidentally, now she keeping that seed dog
Still you providing for that child that’s G dog
Sadly that’s not something that we always see dog
It’s pure Jordan wizardry on my block you won’t survive
On Franklin Ave, while I’m 23 with the four five
You got to keep it on you, outside is war times
Still the sickness hit inside like a disease whore got
I’m asking one more time, do you know where I came from
Where they bank off other people pain to make funds
Then run angry in churches to take sums and rape nuns
Don’t lie about your fart, you should never fake funk
If your hustle hesitant it’s cinderblock shoes for cold feet
Just to be so flee, some dogs got they soul lease
I walked them cold streets where it’s no God, it’s no peace
Mama taught the lord, cause when you know God, you know peace