Let me tell you what this fellow like
Caught somewhere between stop and go like yellow lights,
uh- huh
hustla, so I gotta get it mellow right
Down the block,
'round the clock, bezel like
I roll like cherry red Jell- O dice
Watch, just the pot calling the kettle wife
It's hot, just the block
calling a ghetto wife
This Paul McCain is my ball and chain,
mi amor
Hopefully I won't fall and hang
Like pictures on the walls
of halls of fame
It's just a boy man,
look at what it all became
Good and all, but look at what all remains
All the floor and thangs,
marks from all the claws and fangs
The remarks from all
of y'all that changed
Bustin' back at all of
y'all like I trained
Apologizing to all of y'all I blamed
This what hustlas do
And you ain't did it 'til a hustla do
And you ain't know it til
a hustla knew
And you ain't done 'til
a hustla's through
I'm a customer too,
this what hustlas do
And you ain't seen it 'til you
seen it from a hustla's view
Open your eyes, this a hustla's song
God forgive if this hustla's wrong
(uh)
It's bigger things so we Cosa Nostra Striving
to be number one
'til I overdose
I speak it now with a number
tongue or the throat
Youngest son runnin' from,
older quotes
Thou shall not sin, thou shall not steal,
thou shall not kill
Thou shall not turn your back
on those in need
I try to flip, but this government switch
Keeps me at this chosen speed
I'm just a rose in weeds
And I rolls with reasons to stay
on this road I lead
'Til I leave with what I sow,
my soul's indeed
Leave my son with the sum of what
I sold in deeds
I'm folding y'all
Probably heading for the pin
like bowling balls
Kept it directed at the pen and
wrote it for y'all
This what hustlas do
And you ain't did it 'til a hustla do
And you ain't know it til
a hustla knew
And you ain't done 'til
a hustla's through
I'm a customer too,
this what hustlas do
And you ain't seen it 'til you
seen it from a hustla's view
Open your eyes, this a hustla's song
God forgive if this hustla's wrong
It takes a lot of patience,
when you takin' it on
A lot of pacing,
a lot of makin' it known
I ain't the nigga to be placin' it on,
I was the king of this city
Now they replacin' the throne
I know it's a lot of hatin' waitin' at home
And she ain't waiting,
you can hear the bass in her tone
Like she can't make it alone,
a broken home
And she need a brace for the bones
All this from just
embracin' the phone
A lot of ballin' up letters,
a lot of erasing the poems
A lot of comin' to grips with the fact
that you gon' be facing alone
All this time,
all this time you was wrong
Through the whatever
happens I got you
And when whatever that happen
that happen
They was happy to drop you
No letters or shoes, no cheddar
You mom sold sweaters,
she feels no better
This what hustlas do
And you ain't did it 'til a hustla do
And you ain't know it til
a hustla knew
And you ain't done 'til
a hustla's through
I'm a customer too,
this what hustlas do
And you ain't seen it 'til you
seen it from a hustla's view
Open your eyes, this a hustla's song
God forgive if this hustla's wrong
Lupe Fiasco 
