I:
If I was to be a father
I would learn from Kenny Rogers
Reach for the whiskey, bypass the Henny bottles
A gambler, running away from Morgana
That new chancellor
Trynna take a chance on my stamina
Beam me up to the 80s, my login is Kenny Loggins
Straight to the Danger Zone
Dammit mane, I'm home
KC is for Keyshia Cole, Is Kenneth Cole related?
How come my connection to him is never debated (huh?)
I'm just a hope carrying proletariat
In a world of have-nots it's overbearing
The notion of failing I won't bare with it
I don't care with it
I'm so fearless
My Uncle Swanny says....
("Fuck you cowards and the naysayers!")
Maydayyyyy!
You falling off and you ain't got no prayer
And the real niggaz know to keep the hustle-hustle
ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle
ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle
ALIVE!

Hook:
They stay killing Kenny
But he come back ALWAYS
Certified, Executive
Realness ALL DAY
Why lie?
The extreme divide of the
Rich and Poor keeps the hustle-hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

II:
Evidently you can never check me
Unless you're setting records like you're Kenny Chesney
And I fight for everything, even my sanity
You be surrounding me with lies and insanity

Why the fuck must I explain what it means to be Black and poor?
Ad nauseum you've heard the story tracked before
I won't elaborate on Blackness in America
Rather get the dynamite
Collapse every barrier
(Boom!)

I'm advocating for myself
That's how I move through the public assistance system in stealth
What makes you look at me like I want to commit a crime?
No tats, no piercings, and I never did a line

Don't play with me, you coke heads just sniffing (flour!)
you should be afraid of what I'm doing next, I'm a stalwart
Not one those bastards robbin Baskin Robbins
Where my validation for not being part of the problem?

Hook:
They stay killing Kenny
But he come back ALWAYS
Certified, Executive
Realness ALL DAY
Why lie?
The extreme divide of the
Rich and Poor keeps the hustle-hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

I need candy on my cigar
Zoning out to Kenny G
Might play the sitar
But focused on that getty green
You walk around with herpes and don't even fuckin know it
But you worried where my dick is going like you want a dosage
You gotta comment but you'd rather be blogging it
Face hidden, name changed, you assholes anonymous
How you part lips in a cinch?
Ass out, jeans labeled Abercrombie and (Bitch!)

Lemme call Kanye
Oh I mean Kenny West
He could fill me in on the real, send me plenty texts

All these young boys looking for Daddy to feed em
To get by they turn trick
Exposure indecent

Falling in these traps ain't the business
But it's a surplus of hoes underselling their stock, what's the difference?
Real niggaz know to keep the hustle-hustle
ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle
ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle
ALIVE!

Hook:
They stay killing Kenny
But he come back ALWAYS
Certified, Executive
Realness ALL DAY
Why lie?
The extreme divide of the
Rich and Poor keeps the hustle-hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!

Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!
Hustle-Hustle ALIVE!