Lyrics:
his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause
taxin' em'
Early on, "you gotta get a job" their parents said
So the president can charge you gallons up to your last cent
Come up and get yourself some
or embraces God
Or settles down with a family
It's going off
Now you quickly got me losing cents
All this talk of what you meant
Shit's not making sense
You
Am I thinking way to far
(Far)
Do You ever think abt, me
Is it me or just me
Our bond, is like honey surrounded by several buzzing bees
Every
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
sixty-five forms I've taken
Trapped in this place and I can't escape it
The sky's so close, I can almost taste it
Don't miss home if you don't embrace it
Gonna
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
on that road (On that road)
Missing me? Got me missing you fasho
(Yeah Fasho)
Yeah
Will you hold me down? Baby I just wanna know (Just want to know)
Always
a fuck
Still tryin' to make a dollar fifteen cent out that ice cream truck
Chorus: tru
Cause I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do
Listen baby why you
you at my shows
Ain't no distracted nigga
Look at the roof then where'd it gooo
It just went Backwards missing
Fuego on the stove
I'm the captain
Dig it
Hundred for my bail God said watch this
I'm going to send my son get you on the top list
Holy Spirit with me so I send a hundred clips
We serve
charge them bitches extra
You're bleeding by a great white and I just caught the scent every dollar every cent
I'm biting off all I can get
I'm chewing
And mama asked me this morning, if I'd been by your grave
But that flag and stone ain't where I feel you anyway
I drive your truck
I roll every window
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
shoes (slime)
Came-came equipped it with the loot (slatt-slatt)
21, that's who (slatt-slatt)
Your bitch'll probably slide by the two (slime)
You ran
coil
Lead upon the crotches dem by endless miles
Now di punk dem envy me, screw up and a bend fi me
When me did a suffer none a dem no give a cent to me
But now if you'd come
I'd welcome anything
From the five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me
anything from
The five-and-ten-cent store
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my own
anything from
The five-and-ten-cent store
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my own
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
I'm dopey by design
There's nothing on my mind
My brain is unrefined
I hate the 9 to 5
But I do it all the time
I knuckle down and grind
I struggle
way to decide if you'd rather make it or die
Try'na break rich hustlin' for my 8 cent
Clayton Hystwise sucker clown we all we got
In my mind where
stained
Just wishing once more we could chill over pancakes
I wait
I'll wait
Til we meet again
I'll be missing you dang
I don't understand I don't
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