Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Hustle Hard [Explicit Version]’ by Ace Hood. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Ace Hood or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle,)
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I’mma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard
Okay, I’m booked out until August
Show money deposits
See the shit then I cop it
Got but a house note in my pocket
I’m on south beach with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass soft
Something outta that catalog
She introduced to that lock jaw
And I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My Chevy sittin’ too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I’m all about the new Franklins
Ain’t talkin’ Aretha
Bitch my league too major
I’m hiphop Derek Jeter
And I’m still feeling my pockets
Big bass and its knocking
Yeah this be the remix
But still ride around with that rocket
I’ll go walking back to my household
“We The best” be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
Nigga flow so retarded
We be getting gnarley
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause its the
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I’mma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard
Twenty four?s on my Beemer
You never know when I slide up
Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that K.O.D
King Of Diamonds thats me nigga
No you bitches can’t get my beat
Choppers only thing free niggas
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my
Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted 1 mill
This morning 150
Pussy niggas can’t count me out, don’t make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V12 jetted, jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, but’s it’s different yay
Yeah thats candy paint,
On my seven Tre
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what we gon’ do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard
OK, now, black card in my pocket
Riding round in that gotti
Pistol off my boxers
I ain’t got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she f*ck me right then she shopping
Young money we poppin’
I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, thats Polo
Grilled up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no socks
You niggas chicken, pollo
Nigga Liv in Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real nigga I’m authentic
I’ll f*ck the bitches ’til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bartending
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the beehive
Got a G six and a G five
You pussy niggas you feline
Don’t stop the party, we be getting gnarley
Oh kimosabe, I’m with Mack, Fucus and Marley
Cause its the same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
For that Carter IV, bitch, it’s coming soon
Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I’mma do