Cozz ft. J. Cole – Knock The Hustle Lyrics


[Intro: Cozz]
Yeah, third take nigga
Cozz & Effect nigga
Yeah, yeah, I got to
Yeah, yeah


[Verse 1: Cozz]
Jealousy holding enemies hostage
Eventually the penalty will come and haunt ya
Hennessey memories leaving me nauseous
But the Hennessy makes the melodies awesome
So instead of me talking I’m steady jotting
And steady plotting on how to gain spaghetti toppings
You know that parmesan, that cheddar, mozzarella
The list goes on and on you know my heart is dark
You know my list is long, I’m a young phenomenon
It’s like these people keep forgetting
It’s always the least expected who ends up getting it
So don’t tell me bout no niggas hating
What’s the point if I hear
Mr. not giving a fuck with a joint in his ear
Put that steak on his plate then so long disappear
Empty gut I’m hungry man, the guns pointing this year
I’m feeling like I’m dealing with children boy I’m killing
Niggas already trying to bite styles
You break a tooth if you bite down
Bitch I go way too hard


[Hook 1: Cozz]
Cause I’ve been in this hood dog for way too long man
I’ve been quiet for way too long
Been patiently waiting can’t wait too long dog
I’ve been broke man for way too long
No hot water for way too long
You can’t knock the hustle it’s way too strong
Yeah we’re way too strong


[Verse 2: J. Cole]
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


[Hook 2: J. Cole]
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


[Verse 3: J. Cole]
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


[Hook 3: J. Cole]
Cause I’ve been out of touch man for way too long
I’ve been out in Hollywood for way too long
I’ve been, getting this paper for way too long
I ain’t called my pops back in way too long
I done make my girl wait for way too long
I wonder if I changed in my way to own
Can’t knock my hustle but It’s way too strong
It’s way too strong



[Outro: J. Cole]
Cozz & Effect
Dreamville
Cole World
Play that back

 
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