Hustlin Hard - AK Ft. Payazito

**Recorded and edited 4 times, due to A.K's unprofessional rapping skills**

A.K Feat. Payazito
Recorded and produced by Payazito
Beat - Hustlin' Hard - by Symetry

Edited and rerecorded many times, don't mind the random low voices during the song.

Glossary (for those who don't know)

Hustle = Dealing of Dope (or any goods)
Cake = Money
Get Baked = Get Blem = Get High
Dope = Drugs
Bibs = Cloth to prevent getting dirty while eating, for babies
Bill = $100
Dimes = Weed
Caliber / Glock = Guns


Lyrics:
Hustlin' Hard - A.K Feat. Payazito

[Chorus]
Cake up, all the dough you raked up,
Ever since you baked up, right after you wake up.
Headaches n' red eyes,
Stay high, 'Till you cry,
Live inside the lies,
Defy the truth, 'till you die.

Verse 1 (A.K)
Growin' up in ghettos 'cause the parents can't afford rent.
Daddy just abuses drugs, in jail for all the laws bent.
Hopin' daddy junior. takes on debts fo' all the money spent.
Plans which hopeful daddy implemented with no regret.

Waiting on that fateful intervention of divine,
Yet he's purpose-less-ly seeking intercession to refine.
Only to define what his fin-al moments would look like.
So he runs to his dreams in his silent nights.

The brilliant young mind of a genius child prodigy
Wonders why the world's so full of uncertainty.
Escapes reality, corrupt with animosities.
Dreamin' of a world with no inequalities

To him, the driving force of life was hope,
Hope for a better tomorrow, a day he could cope.
Another day full of sorrow, another day of desiring.
For a better tomorrow, but before it came he found dope.

[Chorus]
Cake up, all the dough you raked up,
Ever since you baked up, right after you wake up.
Headaches n' red eyes,
Stay high, 'Till you cry,
Live inside the lies,
Defy the truth, 'till you die.

Verse 2 (Payazito)
He got Caked, He got Baked. He Got Mend, and then blem again.
High off Adrenaline, he never pushed his pen.
He thought about it, He don't stop, He do it again
He dream about it, Hustlin Hard, He now in Heaven.

But when Lust Got the better of him, he only did it again.
Turned around, Looked at the mirror and saw the face of sin.
Hustle Hard for more Bibs, There is no other option
Or why lettem Live, No baby or No abortion

Precious life givin by God to take from machines
Ready or Not, Baby Had no choice and will never have dreams
He gave his life to things that were only mentally real
True through his eyes and head, but he could never steer'em

Dats Live, Drive Bys, he never missed his target
when it came to his son, His shot was so retarded
Now for his son he Hustles Harder, But he really Drifting Farther
Because every time he sees him, he just wants to be his father.

[Chorus]
Cake up, all the dough you raked up,
Ever since you baked up, right after you wake up.
Headaches n' red eyes,
Stay high, 'Till you cry,
Live inside the lies,
Defy the truth, 'till you die.

Verse 3 (A.K)
So he's Back on the Block, with the Glock, check the Clock,
Lead the Flock, bust the Locks, time to Stock up on the Banks
Leave 'em Shook, off they Hooks, kill the Crooks, burn the Books,
All they Took, was the Looks, and the money in the Bank.

Hustlin' all day, living life drenched in crimes.
He lost his own way, getting bills, dealin' dimes.
Getting high, but he couldn't run from the misery.
Reminding him of his nothingness in history.

So he reminisce all the memories, of his present life,
All full of vanities, but he couldn't see,
So he gave up, he could no longer back track, so he
Pulled the trigger then he put an end to all that he could be.

What could possibly equal this indescribable feel.
Pain from the Caliber meets life, it won't heal.
Body painted red, he couldn't stop the blood spill.
Still, all his life he thought he was Trill, now he ain't even real.

[Chorus]
Cake up, all the dough you raked up,
Ever since you baked up, right after you wake up.
Headaches n' red eyes,
Stay high, 'Till you cry,
Live inside the lies,
Defy the truth, 'till you die.

Quality may have downgraded in the process of rendering and uploading on Youtube.

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Hustlin
• Hustling
• Hustle
• Hard
• AK
• Payazito
• Duppy
• rap
• hip-hop
• Life
• Symetry
• Immortal
• Technique
• Dance
• Devil
• World
• Change
• TDot

[ApostleOfGod]

I really don't need to comment, but..

The purpose of this song, like "Where We Goin", is to get the message out. It's also off a recorded beat, bad microphones, bunkbed studio, and other stuff. This might answer why the quality and voices sound whack or bad.

All of our rap lyrics are our own - if it wasn't, it wouldn't be "our rap". As for polos and golf shirts, kids in the hood rock fresh polos and nice jeans, fitted caps, etc. This is a commonly known fact....

[DallasTXgoon08]

lame

[jhosun74]

"**Recorded and edited 4 times, due to A.K's unprofessional rapping skills**" ain't surprised

[adkstanford18]

can someone get me this instrumental



[Ryannn93]

How did you get this track

[Ryannn93]

Pretty sick rhymes man.

[dielawnz]

faggots

[LordEnvy]

fucking aaron the situation kim

[mishkata66]

@dielawnz nope, there`s not

[dielawnz]

@mishkata66 without the guy talking in the background.

[mishkata66]

@dronshaw1234 in YouTube search, type: Symetry - Hustlin Hard

[dielawnz]

@kush45 is there a instrumental that doesnt have ricochet saying shit in the background?