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Hustlin’
Bustin’ my Ass 
Cause I’ had to take Action
Foot on the G.A.S
Watch me shoot rite Pass’ EM.


I’m the Type to go and get It 
You know that’s by any

cheap hoe,
But I'd be lying if I say don't send me pics tho,

Hollup, tell me now, do we share a vibe?
Speak up, don't lie, you know I'm yo type,
Hold

flames
LA looks like hiatus just prayin for rain
Nappa Valley, Fort Mac, it wasn’t by chance
We did this to ourselves
It’s a devil dance, the devils dance

last job
That's a long time to do anything
I never let it define me
Which was fine by me
But now I feel stuck in the country
Off the map
Everyone's

Top5 ent
Run that back,
Woah
Get ya papers up

I'm in New York with the thots, thots, thots, thots, uh
I'm in L.A. with my Glock, Glock, Glock, uh

Verse 1
Niggarate'd up your body
Hit you posse with the Tommy
Gave the choppy to my crimey
Now can't nobody find me

Niggas be grimey
Got to watch

D1 in hoops
So I picked the mic up and stepped in the booth
When I tell these niggas I came from nothing
I swear to God that I'm telling the truth

high, not allegedly
Over melody, rarified, rap incredibly
D-medi the, emcee, till it's rest in peace
Deadass, gon rap until I'm dead, c'est la vie

the air,
Good memories, with DMX's “Up in here”.

Heavy D left after Left eye,
Got to listening to Shakur to just get by.

Early influence, Jam Master Jay,

really been out here for a long time no
Walkin on the side walk wit the guys 
We done went too far cuz all of us too high 
I might be F*****d up but yeah I

rulin wit the crew rock
Dougie put on the show Rickey D on the flow 
La di da di got party people screaming for more 
Puttin on the hits I played the roll

ballin bitch
Got this ice up on my wrist so you should really know what time it is
Blinded by the diamonds, Siamese up in yo eyelids
I shine without

If I could make a beat it'd go uh uh uh
She love it when I'm in it, she go uh uh uh
You and that nigga laid up, that's like dumb on dumb
Better call

Yea
Yea,yea
Gliderz
Glide Bros
Look up we got the high score, and its stuck nigga
Ok

When you live it aint gotta force it
Hang tag on my Jordan ones

Pressed by a cop in a parking lot it was on a tuesday
Wish I had a gun and badge so I could freely abuse it

Moving solo lately cause I'd hate to meet

to better your mood oh lordy no
I'd pray for you baby but that's shit I do not know
I'll keep up with myself y'all can go down that lil rabbit hole
I keep

your bank account balances, baby!
So abracadabra, you billowy bitch
Man, you look like a pirate on a Las Vegas strip
I'm swallowing needles and spitting

pussy where yo mouth at? I can't fuck no fans
I pass 'em to my mans, I came up off a gram
Shit I would catch that shit but that'll get me in a jam
Shit I

Essentials on the registry
Video game treasury
Measure me by what my letters speak
Whether you heed better read
The fine print
I'd rather dig pocket lint

& hotties
Eatin biscottis
They call me Holly
You call me Flex
Known for the Swerve but I pull up to FETS
Rollin the jets but I'm known as a giant
I'm Kobe

the dodgy flat
Broken gate at the back
Speakers with yellow cones
AKG headphones
Tower hooked up to the 50 inches
Pulling in weight in what I'd written like

say na turn by turn gbogbo wa la ma je breakfast
If I said it then I said it
Only time I'm in the booth is when I gotta drop a message
Thats a product

to respond what you doing later on
I'll be gone by the morning so what really on
Nola Can you tell me who dat? who that really do that?
Still want you back
But

New Moon with no stars, I see just fine
At first it was dark, then came the light
Nobody can see
I look up to me
I don't need no help
Do it for