Lyrics:
Florida, Tennessee, Alabama
My pistol's blarin', what?
An' I'm not carin', tell 'em
Because I'm ready for action
These niggas think I'm playin'
My
it how it go
Real faceless man sin cara
Now I'm back around like it's karma
Karla, UB2 with some apnars
Still
Keep my faith like gurdwaras, pastors
Yo,
like I’m 6’4
Gon head, you do you
Y’all follow, and I’ll take the lead
Shout out to Thadis and DT
Y’all did y’all thang when y’all made me
Not a hustler
actions pouring back to stone minds
Capture stories of a relapsing boy he's lacking home ties
Practicing pastor Troy we throw up more rhymes
Southern images
by cars, I coach you to win, know what?
If you broke and your man don't teach you, get rid of him
Who I'm reppin'? 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon,
matter
Turn the student to a master, hustler to a pastor
That's why I'm a rapper, it's all that I'm after
Even when the hard times come
Yeah I know
the new regiment to start man
T. I., tell 'em!
Killa Mike, Pastor Troy, what?
David Banner, tell 'em
What's up boy, okay
It's time for us to show
know that thugs need love
Feeling so down casted
Ugh
Feeling so out casted
Ugh
I’m a thug yeah baby
I’m a hustler baby
Stay focus till I reach to the top
milk me
Everything mines in the car bitch I'm guilty
None of my niggas gon go to jail over bullshit
I had to claim it all I told the pastor
or dirty, never ashamed
(Holy hustler) Practice sold faithful
I'm on some holy holy, emcees be grateful
Hook: [B.B. Jay]
I hate to say I told you so, but
Sonning you niggas, so motherly
I would've decide to go up and preach
But I told the pastor to cut the speech
I'm touching the sky you ain't touching me
Freedom of Speech, Article One
G.G.O., Sun of Man, Rabbi Razah, do the Knowledge
Daddy was a gangsta, mommy was a hustler
But she fell in love
change, change, change
(repeat)
You can be like Pastor Troy and them New Orleans boys
Everyone flossin' up in the toys
Candy coated chevy comin with
the morning to get the cheddar n pickles
Hustler by any means fxck you niggas opinions
Come close to my biscuit I'm making you lose feeling
Nigga I ain't had
Making this music I ain't talking jazz
Hop on this beat I bet you wouldn't last
Making this money I'm making it fast
You walk by yeah I'm taking a glance
I
god, but I'm crooked like all the pastor preachers
Ya wife middle name is Train nigga, choo-choo
Ya know what I claim, Dipset, Soo-Woo
Yeah, Weeks is
Thats what I was told I don't forget it
I been gettin colder by the minute
Ima get the winter popping jumpin
Niggas know I'm always up to somethin
Soonest
Sonning you niggas, so motherly
I would've decide to go up and preach
But I told the pastor to cut the speech
I'm touching the sky you ain't touching me
god, but I'm crooked like all the pastor preachers
Ya wife middle name is Train nigga, choo-choo
Ya know what I claim, Dipset, Soo-Woo
Yeah, Weeks is
god, but I'm crooked like all the pastor preachers
Ya wife middle name is Train nigga, choo-choo
Ya know what I claim, Dipset, Soo-Woo
Yeah, Weeks is
Black hustlers, bag adjusters, who never did it lackluster
Paper tags, I got rid of money bags just for Black Justice
You know I'm known for Supreme
niggas ride in em fuck the cost I'm a star
Remember days we ain't have it I'm a hustler never starve
Living like it's no tomorrow touch the stars in
the police is our friend
But why do I see you and instantly become Afraid
I'm not a criminal, I'm a legit hustler
But because I drip glory, you profiled me
Freedom of Speech, Article One
G.G.O., Sun of Man, Rabbi Razah, do the Knowledge
Daddy was a gangsta, mommy was a hustler
But she fell in love
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