41 Nickels, get burnin' with the business nigga
Gia, Stingy on the beat nigga, B&B this life, SFA
I'm the heaven, lord of the concrete
Illest Latin on earth, you can't stop me
Sixteens rip holes through your weak verse
I'm like a city worker, I get a street service
I'm the point guard, I *** that ball
I'm motherfuckin' warrior, Jaguar's paw
I make the beat bleed, I make the track cry
Louie Loco, yes I'm that guy
Lil Smoke, yo, yes I'm that high
I got the answers to your questions, that's why
The son of God, I got the blessing to dominate
And I no longer fear the sound that llamas make
And I no longer feel love at all
Protect your neck killer, I might attack y'all
Toes broken from the ashes, I'm here
And burner brought me to the mashes, it's clear
That I run the bank, somebody fill him in
I'm on a island with the chicks like Gilligan
I got the block like Adam and Joe
Got that pill poppin' cryin' tell Anna to go
It's the business nigga, you ain't like me
Selling fish scales, call it pricey
The illness in the back, we just might be
I'm a hustler, I got it inside me
I'm a hustler, I got it inside me
I'm a hustler, I got it inside me
It's the business nigga, you ain't like me
I'm a hustler, I got it inside me
I came to murder ***, this rap *** is all I know
My big homie Young L taught me how to grow
I saw my future and it wasn't looking bright
House full of grow lights, I was on Snow White
I was young, rich, and crazy
Wait on my Digi up late night
Countin' big cake till I'm dizzy
You ain't like me, trust me it must be that money
The jewels on his shoes or that dope boy tummy
Or the two snow ponies sittin' shoddy
Or probably that O.G. cushion smell on me
Might be my dudes keepin' things on me
You don't want problems, you don't wanna be dead
And the whole ride hit it
And it's a squadron, Burner and Louis Lowe
Dope like chewy smoke, toes lookin' too ego
This that city boy *** that you need
As young as Burner, the SFC
It's the business nigga, you ain't like me
It's on the big scale, call it pricey
The illness in the back, we just might be
I'm a hustler, I got it inside me
I'm a hustler, I got it inside me
I'm a hustler, I got it inside me
It's the business nigga, you ain't like me
I'm a hustler, I got it inside me
I'm from that city boy home of that Golden Gate
Hustle make the paper fold like a poker game
In the sunset, now I'm in the no base
707, that's the home of Mack Drake
I was born in it, y'all ain't like me
I'm a hustler, I got it inside me
Want it done right, boy, you better find me
Or I'll have you slumped over lookin' like a murder scene
Everything I blow, straight gasoline
Rod and Louis Lowe and Burner, boy, that's the team
It's like Steph Curry, Draymond, and Clay T
I'm runnin' up the middle, there ain't no stoppin' me
Proud of rockin' up top just like a Penn Suite
Got your bitch ridin' dick like a 10-speed
Coke lines got her all like a wack tee
On my grind, hustle hard like it's concrete
It's the business nigga, you ain't like me
It's on the big scale, call it pricey
The illness in the back, we just might be
I'm a hustler, I got it inside me
I'm a hustler, I got it inside me
I'm a hustler, I got it inside me
It's the business nigga, you ain't like me
I'm a hustler, I got it inside me