Lyrics:
thumbin' through the 20s, yeah the 50s and the hundreds
Man it feel good when I'm riding through the city
With my chick on my side while I'm playing in
niggas is gone, rest in peace though
Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames
Bald heads and heavy chains
Somehow caught in the game
Back in '83, before cable TV
closed
Legal marijuana patient I ain't worried 'bout 5-0
Changin' up the new God flow
Tell me something you alive fo'
If God died for us, tell me who you
felonious capers
Gotta hustle every day it's just part of my nature
I'm Doing better than a lot of rappers signed to a major
blanco
She said I get that pussy
that you need
Mama, I need me a vision of a better life for my children in order to go to sleep
I need me to hustle, I need to get this bread before my
a down south chic raised on butter and grits
And I'm bout my hustle bout to get all I can get
Cuz I ain't trying to work for 5.50 at Jack in the Box
I was
a muzzle, knuckles
Some tribulation and trouble
Lean on his scheme until his punk ass crumble
Humble, hustle, Timothy never tumble
Any hood that I come
a check by yourself
Don't need no helping hand
Niggas tryna wash my hands so
I play my cards right
A nigga tried to pop my
Man so I said "Alright"
Take 50
Of your songs a fifty-piece
We ghetto platinum, Boyz ENT
And free my nigga Ri'
Remember mama was on EBT, now we on BET
You know that nigga got some real
that game because
I ain't a dough tricker
Hustle through the day just to
Make it go quicker i'm the solo mic ripper
I ain't sipping no liquor
I'm the one
look?
Hit him with a left and then I shot him with the right hook
I'm with Louie 'round Stockton, right by Cook
Fed up 'cause niggas really jeffin', I
be floatin' in the lake by ten
I don't fuck with confused liars
Rather lay low with a slut, consumin' my nut like a new diet
Brother, I'm too fire
Ballermann
Zweite Kugel in dein' Körper
Noch ein letztes Mal Snapchat!
Sie drohen mir mit Plastikfiguren, haben für 'n Drive-By kein', der fährt
[Chorus - 2x]
My life is sweet
You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps
Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee
Custom made
of dealin these killins
It's another hustle everyday but I maintain
Caught up in this struggle, so I refuse to gangbang
Got my mind on bigtime, that this
through with beno
-now its big blow sesions, hustle with the beat while smoken zig-zag, just a swisha sweet, ima..
Keep ridin, till we deep inside ya, who
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