Dauphine Lewis told me something, Double O.
That nigga told you.
The worst thing he ever did was smoke a rock.
Oh, *.
Hustle.
I'm gonna hustle.
I don't wanna * with that *, man.
Because I'll be hiding in the couch to life,
nigga.
It sounds good, baby.
Life ain't nothing but a game.
So far, I've been a ghetto prisoner.
Pimp player and a hustler.
Trust no busta.
Straggly struggler.
Drug smuggler.
Keep his * up on the DL.
Cause all a nigga wanna do is stack some mail.
Hit a lick and bail.
If I slip, I fail.
I stay mad at the world, bitch.
Can't you tell?
Mean muggin'.
Really don't wanna be thuggin'.
This world ain't got no love at all.
I ain't got none either.
Misdemeanor crime.
Niggas be doing time.
In the county,
got my face posted for the bounty.
But the world is trying to kill me dead.
I ain't scared.
Them motherfuckers catch me, I be rolling fast.
My eyes are bloodshot red.
I smoke weed.
Yes, indeed, it keeps me going.
A hoodlum's what I show them.
They label me a thug.
And every day, I show no love up in this game.
I stand spot myself.
* the fame.
Every day I'm hustling.
Every night I'm hustling.
Dealing to these cluckers.
This world ain't got no loving.
You gon' have to feel me.
Either that or kill me.
I'm mad at the world cause I'm broke but I'm hustling.
Stacking mail like the mailman.
Can't you see me rolling in my dropper?
At the record shopper.
* the crooked copper.
Double O, motherfucking seven.
The loud street dweller.
The loud street killer.
Never drinking Miller.
Wiser, make me wiser when you try to approach.
Smoking hella weed,
guaranteed to make you choke.
Down with red dog, driving hogs.
Bitch, I thought you knew about that.
My crew be hella fat.
* with them in those sacks, nigga.
Super smoked out, super low dock.
Creeping through your neighborhood, nigga.
On my ride cause the flavor's good.
Loud street food, don't forget it.
Cause niggas in my hood making that grip.
We gots to straight up mug it with it.
It ain't no room for no punk,
so get your ass up.
I thought you knew up in my hood,
we gets that blast up.
It ain't no slipping when you tripping and smoking up on that dip.
And when you're moving slow,
them niggas spending up that money clip up
on your ass cause it seem that you a fiend.
But in my hood,
we duck them logs and make that money to keep our hands clean.
I got a warrant but they can't find me.
Sweating like a motherfucker.
Blowing up
on the stick with the logs right behind me.
Niggas can't catch the dick.
Oh, motherfucking
*, you're about to make it in this gang.
You sick.
Every day I'm hustling.
Every night I'm hustling.
Feeling to these cluckers.
This
world ain't got no bluffing.
You gon' have to feel me,
either that or kill me.
I'm mad
at the world cause I'm broke but I'm hustling.
Every day I'm hustling.
Every night I'm hustling.
Feeling to these cluckers.
This world ain't got no bluffing.
You gon' have to feel me,
either that or kill me.
I'm mad at the world cause I'm broke but I'm hustling.
Niggas.
What in the *, that dope house blasting.
Them niggas was trying to kill me.
For them OZs, I had them unassisted.
* it, hit they cuts for some action.
That gang showed me love and let me back in.
Bought a Glock and set up shop and started to stack in.
Behind the tree, I kept a Mac-10.
For the cock sucking logs when they came harassing.
Trying to keep a nigga down till his last end.
I don't end for the spill I'm making.
These so-called killers faking.
Jaskin's stretched out when I pull his * tech out.
Now back in my hood,
it ain't * to come up on a G-Rite Fax.
And put a foot in a nigga's ass.
Spend every single dime on 56 grams.
And watch the cooking man pop up and flip a gram.
*.
And watch this two-street hustler straight.
Get his game on the slang rocks.
And pass the Glock on another buster's Glock.
Say your drama for your motherfucking mama.
I'm a push weight from the hill of the Bahamas.
And live like a hustler.
Every night I'm hustling.
Feeling to these cluckers.
This world ain't got no bluffing.
You gonna have to feel me.
Either that or kill me.
I'm mad at the world.
Cause I'm broke but I'm hustling.
Every day I'm hustling.
Every night I'm hustling.
Feeling to these cluckers.
This world ain't got no loving.
You gonna have to feel me.
Either that or kill me.
I'm mad at the world.
Cause I'm broke but I'm hustling.
Fool.