Patrick Antonian & Vicious Automatic Going back and forth with the word play. Hustle and Grind Music
lyrics
ALL INA DAYS WORK.
Verse1:
Look both ways before you cross the street, there's no peace, It's beef with enemies and all police. Warrior season, stay solid in what you believe in, there's a road for reason. Act accordingly and make it even. Thru the madness of the traffic stuck in my cadillac with no A.C. and my window won't roll down. Hot than a mutha fucka, sitting on leather with sweat stuck to my eyebrow. Tomorrow's like yesterday, A nigga gotta estimate, cause whats left to say, before your life gets swept away from the dice that we roll and the games we play. For the ones thats gone today and the roads they chose to take, for the people living cross the way, who feel me get filthy, no matter what the cost to pay. Hustling, disgusted, Constantly puffin on something. Drunk with a hunger of fuckin and smoking blunts like its nothin.
ALL INA DAYS WORK!!!
Verse2:
I'm dumbed out and feeling lazy, Zoned out rollin a blunt, pushin like 80. Thinking bout the shady shadow depths and all my safety. Drugs, Guns, Money and Ladies. Man You Crazy. The bottom line, this life. And you done signed on the dotted line. like some beef always on the grind and my eyes sharper than a Porky Pine. It's Due time and well deserved the curb reserved the Hustle and serve protect myself from being observed from anyone else plus ducking the bird. Emerge when shit gets firm, Niggaz gotta get there serves. hit him in the head where hurts, make a nigga lean back but face first. human and vicious for the bitches that ain't learn but stay concerned and steady asking questions about how much this persons worth. Today's perspective and work project it on record explain the dirt. street to the booth got juice make moves keep heat on a beat like BeiRu. Paying them Dues
ALL INA DAYS WORK. ALL INA DAYS WORK
Verse3:
Load em up Man-to-man like a Niger off in Afghanistan like fuck the hand to hand, out for the paper waiting for the perfect chance. First a man stands alone trying to maintain hold his own the world won't let them get a piece caught in a cyclone and zone out forget about your dreams and your destiny. it's an attempt to mummify you dead before you die you livin but don't know why this feeling is all a lie. you need to testify change the limited handle your business don't fall in the gimmick you'll end up the victim your family calling you missing. Got to specify You might not survive but speaking your heart and mind could read to find the time you walk the earth life the gift and the curse watch your words someone will always going to remember your verse hit the block and hustle hard to every muscle hurts.
ALL INA DAYS WORK x5
Clock in to never clock out loadin the dock up in the early hours like we were on that powder thinking power moves the world is ours people more concerned about ways to re-route us how could haters does doubt us they coward scared of something real feel the power. can you tell you moving downwards by the second. next to any album that we put out from now on and how strong could any foundation be, takes years of work to realize and decide for your own destiny. relentlessly getting that cheese blowing that weed midwest to the middle east keep the hustler in reach like niggaz carrin heat you barley compete we critical and ready for beef we critical and got them on the edge of the seat identify your maximum worth, hunger and thirst.
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