In “Hustle,” Ice Prince delivers a masterclass on what it takes to survive and thrive. It’s more than just a song; it’s a blueprint for anyone navigating a difficult path, blending raw storytelling about his own struggles with an infectious sense of hope.
By weaving together themes of family loyalty, divine grace, and thick-skinned resilience, Ice Prince Zamani turns his personal biography into a universal soundtrack for the ambitious – Hustle.
Read Hustle Lyrics by Ice Prince below
Oye
Oye
Oye
Hehehe
Boom
One naira no be yawa
Two naira no be play
Two naira no be play
Four naira no be power
Five naira no be change
Five naira no be..
(Ray, ray, ray break my heart)
Joy comes in the morning
Rain comes in the night
I gats to hustle everyday so my people dey feel alright
Joy comes in the morning
Rain comes in the night
I gats to hustle everyday for my n!ggas make them feel alright
Uh, uh, yeah
I pray to God that we do this
Some n!ggas don′t believe me on some Buddhist shit
Yeah, I go hammer like I’m Ludacris
I′m still the realest, realest, still be dropping all the coolest sh!t
I went from nothing to everything that they dreamt about
My life is a movie, what I’ma sing about
I went to school but I never followed my teacher’s route
I dreamt about a lot and I always followed the preacher′s mouth
You know the science, economics and mathematics
They had me feeling psychotic ′cause I was bad at it
But don’t panic, I′ma be on the boat and it’s
Never gon′ stop ’til I say the curtains are closed, family
Me and my emos we dey hustle on the low
Ayy, yeah
Me and my guys we dey hustle on the low
Alright
Me and my G′s we dey hustle on the low
Ayy
Me and my emos we dey hustle on the low
(Ray, ray, ray break my heart)
Uh, uh
Yeah, I got a family to feed
Your friends become your brothers and your family indeed
I started in the clique, a circle rapping on a beat
Man we was aiming for the top, now we just happen to be weed
A few years later, some new check papers
Roll in them niggas, turn them to some newborn haters
A few gon’ hate us, but who am I to judge?
Blowing out the roof and I ain’t even talking ′bout Jamaica
Steady praying to the maker, the alpha and omega
Hopping on the tape and I ain′t even rapping from a paper
Now they put me to the fire, I rise up like a vapor
Niggas wrestling with the thoughts, you know my mind is on the takers
I ain’t ever coming down, my rhymes are elevators
Niggas steady back biting me, sharper than alligators
I remember mama used to tell me listen to your conscience
And don′t believe the bullshit when them niggas speak they nonsense
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Yeah
Joy comes in the morning
Rain comes in the night
I gats to hustle everyday so my people dey feel alright
Joy comes in the morning
Rain comes in the night
I gats to hustle everyday for my n!ggas make them feel alright
Me and my emos we dey hustle on the low
Ayy, yeah
Me and my guys we dey hustle on the low
Alright
Me and my G’s we dey hustle on the low
Ayy
Me and my emos we dey hustle on the low
Uh, uh
(Ray, ray, ray break my heart)
Me and my emos we dey hustle on the low
Ayy, yeah
Me and my guys we dey hustle on the low
Alright
Me and my G’s we dey hustle on the low
Ayy
Me and my emos we dey hustle on the low
Uh, uh
One naira no be yawa
Two naira no be play
Two naira no be play
Four naira no be power
Five naira no be change
Five naira no be change
Oh Lord have mercy
Oh Lord have mercy
Two naira no be play
Four naira no be power
(Ray, ray, ray break my heart)
