Lyrics:
Don't let your life go sour over power
(Chorus)
Hustlin's like a drug, it's addicting
The more you hustle, the more you get addicted
The longer you
man
I went to the bank to cash my check
I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows, they pimp us
four ways
Then chuck a tenner a day into Facebook's ad system to promote your latest single
Hoping it gets noticed by some important record label people
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
I been minding my business yall can keep that from round me
Cause y’all don’t get to witness why they can’t stay around me
They start aiming to kill
on the rising
I'm combining platinum with some diamonds
Keep the room rotating like spinners
to get you out your seat
sensation or vibration as soon as you hear
run from gun shots
If not uzobona is'fuba sishaya iskonteer woh
I don't get no stitching I got cocaine
Rhymes chopping up too free to your foreskin woh
the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
That slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen,
there look like he ready to sleep
God damn!
Somebody get him home in one piece
Ay, Claudia, how you holdin' up girl?
That last song had you busy, huh
Well
them infrared dots
On your whole crew, nigga betta ask fo show
Gunna let that ass know what's goin' down like Waco
This is business, and who the fuck
on my fatiques
Once you in ain't no turnin' back
Lay yo' ass over seas
Might as well handle your business
There's no overcome to this shit
Be
the mirror like is it you
And I say I must be the hottest if it isn't you
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes
New coupe, no top, big tennis shoes
teenagers, young gun slangers
There ain't no love, there ain't nothin' but anger
We don't go to church and can't pray in school
Listen real close to what
at your mind to get you believe that
I love to kill, I love the thrill
And I love to put a nigga body parts in the field, nigga
No no, come, come
get your shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit straight back to Atlanta
I know Clay County niggas got kush out there (Squat)
Party in the A-town, call
doin' your job
But you're gettin on my nerves, just like Bob
Every time I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin' brothers what to do
You lock me up
the juice guy
Every time I shoot I
Ntwana yase lokshin run from gun shots
If not uzobona is'fuba sishaya iskonteer woh
I don't get no stitching I got
Rhymes
demo abuse
Getting raped and giving birth to a tape
Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker
Attached to my success, sent like a stalker
Where I'm from by any means, we gon' get it out the hustle
I'm an Arkansas baby, wetter than the Navy
Flexin' like you made it, I'ma get it off
numbered
Oh my God
Nobody know the true religion
So why nobody know to show respect and mind your business
I know prison business, but nobody know how
don't let it get stolen
Fuck that hoe, don't let her get ahead, show her no love
Split the bread like cold cuts, keep the door shut, need more guts
When
(Oh this song is so cold)
(Ow)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Uh
Yo yo
(2 flame)
Lighthouse fool
John Stamos should take notes
On the beat I get to snapping like I'm
runnin' these fuckin' streets
(You get involved, you gettin slapped with the heat, nigga)
Don't be actin' like your shit don't stink (c'mon)
Y'all ain't
leeches slacking off hoping one day to
Get your spot from mine
You line up like a free throw on the dotted line
I’m smooth like cotton more on when it’s oxy
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