Hustle Don’t Give Apollo Brown & Che Noir (Ft. Black Thought)

[Intro: Ché Noir]
My man told me, Lord
I can tell he didn't want to hurt me
But then he turned and looked and said
"Hey, I can no longer pretend to be satisfied with your lovin'"
Wow
This for my hustlers
Yeah
Uh
Hey
Uh, look

[Verse 1: Ché Noir]
Raisin' Hell, but the shit that I'm rhymin' was Heaven-sent
Went broke and bounced back, I been grindin' out ever since
Wise and intelligent, I could rob a village while it sleep
Even if I was blind with a elephant
Crime was like medicine, I watched niggas face a dub with a racist judge
They still gave 'em time with no evidence
Gotta admit that lifestyle is what fed the kids
Sorry for them missed calls and kites that I never sent
Too much on my plate, you might choke if you try it
Bit off more than I can chew, so now my goal is to diet
Result of my aggression, I had to grow up in violence
Money talks, could turn your life into a moment of silence
I controlled and decided, keep your focus on grindin'
A long road to redemption that I drove with no license
It's a jungle that's controlled by the sirens
But the hunter gon' be the hero until the story's told by the lion
To influence dozens, grew from strugglin', all we knew was hustlin'
Fiends missin' teeth, always lookin' like they chewin' somethin'
I been stressed out lately, I got a bad temp' with people
And a bad mood just turn into a happy trigger finger
Every inch to the stage, I put my pen to this page
I took risks to get paid, my name shifted this game
"Be the head and not the tail," Mama stitched in my brain
But do it twice as better 'cause you got the skin of a slave