Hustle Hard (feat. Dano y Ill Pekeño)

LOWLIGHT

I light up the blunt with the Dupont, it tastes better, I swear
The mic with the tracksuit, ho Nico Maduro
I dodge those snakes like I'm playing Turok
I take out hoes with one arm, I'm Gohan from the future, like

On the street with the Bane mask, no chain
Gran Turismo, and I ain't talking video games
I don't want it, but there's only money in my brain
I'm like a basic bitch shopping at Shein, ah

I don't want to talk for even two seconds with my mind
I know it betrays me and lies to me, always
Independent, I kill and die for my people
I'd be the Tooth Fairy if money were teeth

Ready to die socially
I'm out of the herd
The kids want to be rookies of the year
Climbing stairs even if there are no steps and
Living off the white without tiling bathrooms, like

Hey, it ain't easy around here
Cousin, nothing's easy around here
I feel a pain in my chest around here
And now the hood's three thousand kilos and we survive

Nothing's easy around here
Cousin, nothing's free around here
I keep hustlin' like Lamine's dad
And now the hood's three thousand kilos and so—

Hair gets cut in the crib, the drugs get cut in Kelly
With Wi-Fi on the plane in case my cell cuts out
You came in high and saw you ain't ready
Rappers deserve awards for how they get on tracks

If I roll through the neighborhoods bumping a Tandem track
I don't get distracted, cousin, I know I'm going for the bread
We made it to Aluche, El Elio, El Sastre, and the crew
I open the app to see if the transfer's coming (Chiclin)

Yeah, you're really good (A'ight, son)
That ear food's like Tyson
I know you remembered me like All eyes on (All eyes on)
My idea of success was to have a Dyson

And rap bought us a house, Tabula Rasa
Too many kiadas, buddy, some just pass
I grind the coffee, roll a joint, and open a box
For that kid hustlin' sitting in some plaza, like (uh)

Hey, it ain't easy around here
Cousin, nothing's easy around here
I feel a pain in my chest around here
And now the hood's three thousand kilos and we survive

Nothing's easy around here
Cousin, nothing's free around here
I keep hustlin' like Lamine's dad
And now the hood's three thousand kilos and so—

This is for all my workers who paved the way
Sending love to Dano, who always brings the wine
I'm never tired, I'm always Faemino
Whatever Rau wants, cousin, I’ll be there in five minutes

You're the king, go ahead and abdicate
These ain't abs, they're six plates of African origin
I bring it heavy, King Africa
My rivals are all dead, they're the Metallica album

They want street kiadas, I got enough for a book
But I'd rather tell you that the old lady's free
They want contacts on the street, I got enough for a book
But I'd rather warn you to watch out for danger

For all those girls in the vanilla colony
For all those boys in the street and some vanilla
The rest are imitations, the good stuff always shines
The hood is M.O.P, the rubber always squeaks

Hey, it ain't easy around here
Cousin, nothing's easy around here
I feel a pain in my chest around here
And now the hood's three kilos and we survive

Nothing's easy around here
Cousin, nothing's free around here
I keep hustlin' like Lamine's dad
And now the hood's three thousand kilos and we survive, like—