Lyrics:
some and you lose em I wasn't quite a writer, Yankees weren't big readers Men or overgrown teenagers, night hunting for beaver Loafers, scufflers
from Memphis nigga And that's on Memphis nigga Ain't never had shit, ain't no love for us The doors is open for hustlers Hundred p's and a scuffler Spit
damn weights. You still all about the struggle, just like a scuffler stuck in the same place. I pull the Sig out they running, going for the gold like
never been a scuffler I make these rap dudes get they hustle up (hustle up) This a one of one, this a thumbs up I left some dope money in a Sun Trust
height So get your mind right, in third eye's sight I'm still a tussler, all day scuffler Hustler, sell you a dream, but still work with ya One hundred
recovering scuffler I'll put the pump to ya puncture ya that's what ya muscle for.. turn the heat on the pot higher cocaine jumbalya cut it like a samarai
the destination I'm ridin low-key in a scuffler junt Creepin dirty crack the window 'cause I'm smokin on a blunt Headin through the north-north Side of the city
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