Lyrics:
The money it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should never say my name
I came, from a place where it's all on
So I'ma take war and lead the boys
buy the Lambo' four by four
And every God damn color it came in
But I'm good for the days that it's rainin'
And I'm the reining champ, no trainin'
Yo Its ya boy Big Rube, that nigga Mr. Phat
SWAT Zone 4 to Northside Hub City
This a Atlanta , Georgia , Lafayette , Louisiana Collabo
The title
You see me at the bottom
Now you know I'm up next
Life was never easy
I've been through enough stress
Blinded by the vision all I want is success
the price with your life, yuh
Four, five, six, that's a head crack
See me bending corners, doing donuts in the Hellcat
One, two, three, now your time's up
in the hummers
Cause I know them boys be some chiefing last summer
Buffet fire is my drink, and I drinks it daily
So I buys it by the truck load, so I
(slab!), back on the block (block!)
With the hustlers pleading a album, the crank, they froze on water rocks (rocks!)
The boy Emmitt had me shining when I
hit the weights, i like to box
I ride 4wheelers man i can teach you boys a lot
Sunday morning get ya blessing, it's a preacher in my pops
Doing
your hoe
I done dropped four albums in 2 years
They still dropping a song
I be dropping and dropping again
No one can fuck with my flow and my pen
No one
Girls love when I'm life in effect
They can't wait to see me live in the flesh
Even though I cannot afford
No diamond baguettes
I don't lie, slightly
remember days going in like Wilt
Just tryna make an honest living off the life we built
Uh I got a dolla 4 my thoughts you tryna borrow something
Know
album but that went nowhere fast
And to make matters worse, my boy J. Dilla passed
Feelin' bad 'cause me and Dilla played phone tag
For at least two
Pop out, at the night time, it's a night out
Life feelin' like baseball, I'm ready to strike out
You talkin' too much shit, bitch, you need to just
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
fucked a girl at summer camp
Change the story so the fam believe me
Them days ain't over
My mentality was changing as I got older
Promising an album by
About the Whole Bushel Live
Squeegee boys at ya ride
Album mode, what's the vibe
I said Which Way Is- the phone interrupted
Who fuck is this, somebody
sagas, it's hood science
4 A.M. Infomercials tellin' you where to buy it
1-800-Nas&Hit, all six like a greatest hits
No, my brother, you got to cop your
account and four doors on the beamer
Take them boys to church since they is some non believers
I'm getting active
Cutting off all my distractions
Y'all
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
life's a red light
You can be stuck but still turn right
Got my degree
After this album they going have to raise the price
You think I'm pole vaulting
heard of me
And you think I copie Eminem
Because I came up with this flow
When I was choosen by the goat
Nothing is gonna be easy in life
Ever since
Alright, boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin?
But the best is yet to come
Welcome to Hustlenomics
and be blind[02:50.95]Twenty-four seven baby you on my mind[02:54.51](Audio From The Album Cover)[02:57.66]Yo I cannot believe this right now![03:02.00]Oh
the convertable shift
Candy paint thong version with the iced out chip
Yokahama tires, whodee, but I only got 3
No Limit Boys we thuggin I get a high for next week!
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