knock my hustle


Death to the imposters, label me the king,
My dreams could win Oscars, my niggas turned mobsters.

My white friends doctors, fatherless child,
Listen how I got this knowledge is wild.
Streets taught me, speak softly nigga watch from the crowd,
Cause any nigga that’s loud, just want attention and eventually blaow.
No fake niggas allowed in my circle dawg,
You been through half the shit I been through it’ll hurt ya dawg.
Tread softly, my nigga moving state to state running late watch ‘em,
Tryna avoid state troopers, that’s the weight watchers.

Run this dope set this cake till they say “Gotcha”,
Or till the fat lady sings, and niggas hate oprahs.
And Oprah hate niggas.
Make no mistake that we know the stake still, we hope to make over eight figures.

Slim chances, but niggas bet against the odds and who am I to criticise how, you play your cards dawg.

Cause I done beat the odds going way too hard.
I been getting slept on for way too long.
I been patiently waiting for way too long.
I been quiet dawg for way too long.
You can’t know the hustle dawg it’s way too strong.
It’s way too strong.
I said you can’t knock my hustle dawg it’s way too strong.
It’s way too strong.

Look, I never admit it, tryna get my brother acquitted,
Yo’ tell the judge I be happy to pay him off if he’s with it.
My flesh and blood, hauled off to the cell,
I search for heaven as I see him getting lost in this hell.
Headed for coffin or jail,
To never try is the ultimate fail.
But love is wanting more for someone than they want for themselves.

Deep, I guess I love a lot
Because the more I do my thang the more I feel the guilt and shame that my brother’s not.
Reminisce as we was kids screaming “Fuck a cop”.
Guess he took it serious, for me that shit was just for props.
Arms too skinny to hug the block.
I found comfort in my dreams, of things seen on the screen of fortune and fame.

Decisions, decisions, the Porsche or the Range.
I take a trip back to the 'Ville only corpses remain.
Some of them niggas still breathing but they dead inside.
Victims of a genocide.

Tears fill my eyes dawg.”

Cozz - Knock Tha Hustle (Remix) ft. J. Cole

Jay Z visiting the Rothko Chapel at the Menil Collection, a museum that houses the private art collection of founders John de Menil and Dominique de Menil, in Houston.

“I just want a Picasso, in my casa, no, my castle, I’m a hassa, no I’m an asshole, I’m never satisfied, can’t knock my hustle, I wanna Rothko…”