[Intro: Cozz]
Woo, yeah (Ayy)
Shoutout my hustlers, know what I mean? (My hustlers)
Everybody hustlers
They ain't gotta be no motherfuckin' trapper, just a hustler, you feel me? (All hustlers, nigga, yeah)
Look, look
[Verse 1: Cozz]
I said, wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on
Sellin' pills straight out her crib and break into another home
Tryna get in and out, get his double-double on (Huh)
This ain't my story that I'm singin', nigga, but this is another song
This probably your uncle song
Probably your big brother song (Right)
Your father or your mother song (Right)
I understand your circumstance (For real), so in your head, there's nothin' wrong (Nothin' wrong)
How you could blame how we behave if we ain't paid and ain't gettin' loans?
You don't know what's goin' on
If you ain't lived it or seen this shit, then I can't describe
Takin' chances so they survive
Then so happen just to take a life
In the end, it was all for bread (Right)
They used they heat just to make it rise (Right)
Not sure how to raise a daughter (Right)
But they know to raise the price, so what you gon' do?
Tell a nigga what you goin' through
I could probably relate (Yeah)
I could probably be late (Yeah)
And still be on time for you (Yeah)
I could probably spit mine for you (Right)
If you don't wanna tell your story
It's the same as yours, I hustle early in the mornin'
[Chorus: Cozz]
Wake up, open up shop, get your hustle on
Sellin' pills straight out her crib and break into another home
I understand your circumstance, up in they heads, there's nothin' wrong
But they don't know what's goin' on
They don't know what's goin' on
[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Wake up, I know homie
Trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry
If I can't lay up in the streets, I feel lonely
If I gotta break up with the streets, I feel lonely
[Verse 2: Cozz]
Look, yeah, you got your car (Uh-huh), yeah, you got your gold (That's right)
Your money don't fold (Yeah), but your mama still at home
Fam don't want your dirty money, you look clean, but your mother sad
Your girl felt neglected, now your daughter got another dad
Local block hustler (Huh?), my father was a customer
Moms used to watch him buy his weed, then she would cuss at him (For real)
Only for the weed, he felt free from that subtle buzz
Well, back then, it was primetime and now I'm on my prime time
A hustler turned pimp, though, he was gettin' pimp dough
Not only sellin' his dope, but now he selling nymphos
Not too cautious 'bout how he sells, made his way to county jails
Now he lonely in them cells, how he felt?
It was probably hell, he got out, but on that same shit (On that same shit)
I guess when you loyal to yourself, then you can't switch
But how can you blame kid? Don't know what he was goin' through
His hustle is his bread and butter, he don't want no other food
[Chorus: Cozz]
But I wake up, open up shop, get my hustle on
Wake up early in the morn', make a couple records
Gettin' reckless on these records 'til these fuck niggas respect it
Go and get it, make a difference
Wake up with a new perspective, motherfucker
[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Cozz]
Wake up (Woo), I know homie
Trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry
If I can't lay up in the streets, I feel lonely
If I gotta break up with the streets, I feel lonely
[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]
Justify the love of mine
For life of crime, my life and times is hard at times
I fall at times, like all the time
And then I dream for baller time
And then the clock rewind, and I
Wake up
I know homie
I know homie
[Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Cozz]
Wake up (Woo), I know homie
Trapped in the belly of the beast and it's hungry
If I can't lay up in the streets, I feel lonely
If I gotta break up with the streets, I feel lonely
[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]
Justify the love of mine
For life of crime, my life and times is hard at times
I fall at times, like all the time
And then I dream for baller time
And then the clock rewind, and I
Wake up
I know homie
I know homie
[Outro: Cozz & Kendrick Lamar]
We ain't chose this type of livin', it's what we gotta do
All the niggas here is Crippin' and dropped out of school
Sellin' drugs or they pimpin' like some prostitutes
Livin' in a nightmare, pinchin' is what you gotta do
Wake up
[Outro Skit: Cozz]
Hello?
Rise and shine, nigga
Bro, what you need, bro?
What you on, nigga? You tryna hit up the mall?
Hit up the— the mall? Nigga, I got like five dollars, bro, I ain't got no job
And I know you broker than me, bro, so what you talkin' 'bout, dog? Come on
Yeah, that's why I said hit up the mall, nigga
Get your ass up, man, let's roll
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