Nigga,
I'm a hustler,
I push weed by the stack,
if these niggas need a pack,
you can meet
me in the back,
boy I been about to scratch,
dope gang general,
throw away pistol with
the scratched off cereal,
grew up in the town with the gangsters and criminals,
and still
eat slime food everywhere a nigga go,
young and reckless,
* with the next bitch,
niggas that I know are snatched,
molded in your necklace,
* the dumb *,
let's make this dough,
but I can't be * with it if it ain't for show,
time is money and money is time,
I moved up from the back to the front of the line,
I'm independent so I'm calling the shots,
so when I put my album out,
you get that quality knock,
I'm from the block,
these niggas probably not,
and if your bitch is on the jock,
then you can call the locks,
because,
niggas always hating on the pimp,
acting like a bitch,
let me get my grip,
how we get it on,
it's fourth down I'm going for it,
I ain't putting,
it's Mel Dorado,
I ain't fronting,
life as a hustler is complicated,
but the fact I'm a hustler is not debated,
I throw my pinky in the air,
that bunk ass
bitch she think I'm square,
my timing costs my rhyming,
lost like diamond sauce,
I'm rhyming
boss,
my finest toss,
you'll find her lost,
I repo her depot,
she lost,
no equal,
no sequel,
speed off,
I speak for my people,
lead off,
because niggas always hating on the pimp,
let me get my grip,
I keep my gun cocked,
bitch,
one hun block,
bitch let's go,
niggas
always hating on the pimp,
acting like a bitch,
let me get my grip,
how we get it on,
niggas
always hating on the pimp,
acting like a bitch,
let me get my grip,
how I get it on,
money
in my pocket,
that's where it's gotta be,
I live everyday like I won the * lottery,
the 5-0 watching me,
but still can't stop a G on Broadway,
nigga run my thing like Monopoly,
off the he's with it,
I can't trip off these niggas that be hating on the player,
I stayed
about the paper,
bitch I'm a gangster,
so go install it out,
cause I could give a *
what you bitch niggas talk about,
I bounce back,
money to make,
and I'm about that,
just
another nigga that be trying to bring the town back,
me and my niggas strapped still,
smoking sipping yak,
on the grind,
smoking sacks,
hitting licks to get the scratch,
these
niggas whack with they ABC rhymes,
my flow so cold,
make a nigga press rewind,
straight
out that east side,
niggas can't see mine,
it ain't no competition cause I left them all
behind,
niggas always hating on the pimp,
acting like a bitch,
let me get my grip,
how
I get it home,
niggas always hating on the pimp,
acting like a bitch,
let me get my grip,
how I get it home.