Intro: G'Iyaz... Tally ho!

(Verse 1: G'IYAZ)
Woke up in the morning
Missed the early jogging
My boss buzzed multiple times, I gotta call him
Cos I, need that bling bling
So I go ring ring
Bursting the heat, couple of deals till my dream real
Scanning, as I be paving the way
No bar on the note, hardly taken a day
Still I, facing challenges
Straight in 'em faces
My fears? Embraced it
Patting my back like it's your dream, chase it
Need a condo, (Kondo) gotta get da green(Dagrin) yo
Trim sleep, pick biz quick and gap my pillow
My steelo real deep, ain't childish stuff like Gambino
Pablo Escobar passing in that hard kilo
Hit naira notes, next plan is to roll a dollar
The hustling going round like a Roller coaster
Crossing borders, grab G's then I manifest
Oh you folks think it's a bluff? Catch me at Memphis!

Hook: H.U.S.T.L.E, my hustle
Grind, play, sleep, wake, work, write, I love you (X2)

(Verse 2: G'IYAZ)
Been to hell serving time, mehn that trip be heavy
Gulped some bottles with Satan and we took a selfie
Now I'm burning with desire
Faded still, hoping I be copping all those things I require
In no time, eyes laced on the rolex
Cashing out, dating a fine chick with 'em bowlegs
Damn! And the music feed my soul
Like a striker with a role
Balling till I reach my goal
Uh
Mercurial change of my mind's a revolution
The definite conclusion; my choices be my evolution
Never knock the hustle
Right I'm stucked in this battle
My shield of faith slightly blocking all 'em beef, hassles
Mida's palm, and that's exactly what G'IYAZ be
Real like the prominent bars King Jigga Spill
I stay focused and blunt looking for better things
Steel heart, bone the waves, don't let the leather peel!

(Hook x2)

(Verse 3: King Henry Viii)
I beez on the grind, the beat dope? I be on the rhyme
Killin Mcs, you try me? You be on the line
Da mic reaper! Am known for sending geez on to God
They call me rabbit, they know i'll be smellin cheese all the time
Uh! Never slackin, am steady hustlin
From coast to coast
Feared and respected for all the microphones I'm
Known to roast
Rhyme subliminal, never ride on the minimal, rap's
General, nigga am slittin guts and cutting throats
The best motivation for the next generation, am destined
For greatness and blessed, untest as the bravest
When am rapping all the vets just embrace it
Countless wacks wanna hate it, but my testament?
Am destined for greatness yo
The bars am spitting
Both written and non written
An epitome of sickness, no if and buts, they're just
Wicked
The bars is lifted, for every metaphor and pun i
Spitted
Yeah bruh i did it, now no way out like puff diddy!

(Hook till fade)

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