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
