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Hustla

Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid spoke

Pork rinds and a soda pop, I told a cop I'd beat it, lost

At 3 a.m., they told up stop, we got it real real, to the topA G like 30 feet away from the county line

The weed flyin', the golden smilin'

Wip it nice an then they sign

Man, fuck, how denyin' my damn luck

This ain't no find if we get stuck I'm doin' timeDon't get messy with the Prezzy

A quarter pound ain't worth the rizzy

Drunk as hell, then hurl the fifth

Back an forth we swerve and dipPumpkin' pie, bust a cop

I'll be damned, they took my crop

Shook 'em wit that lead foot an hit

About a 105 miles per hourIn the country wit the pudin', good an chunky

40 acre, mule an donkey, hell with that, just get the money

Got to be that early bird to grind an get what I deserveQuick to burn an an can't mesquite it

Lord, I need it fore the third

Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for sure

Standin' on the standard curb, days begin to bend an blurredHomegrown bacon, yeah, I'm havin' the wage

Tendency of a 50 hit, when it's about gettin' payed

Came along with a ragin' thief hidin' under the shade

An momma won't quit buggin' me about my heathenish waysNow I've wasted more tears then my mouth cold beer

Gotta be a Man on these rolls, overcomin' my fears

Body too quick to gaze, with they head on bob

Get dee, life is foul but the dirt is hard, yeahIf you play the cards you dealt

Then you struggle, got to put in work

And I got to be the early bird

To grind and get what I deserveIf you play the cards you dealt

Then you struggle, got to put in work

And I got to be the early bird

To grind and get what I deserveAin't no tenth, thirty-five percent, dent in my hub caps

Sticks in my dove sacks, fifth till I cuts that

Look, my baby husband got to eat some mo

Dough is what Im reachin' fo, money low, need some mo

Hustlin' these streets aloneNow everyday I work, 75, A&R tellin' me lies

'Fore I die, wanna drive big bodies wit' bubbla die

Now peep the otha side, ova them hills

Rich dude that own them mills

Tha candy sto is open for sale

These junkies gone smoke it to deathMoney, hos, clothes, automobiles, gold grills

No scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big grill

Wood grain sturnweel, weigh it up, be still

Lay it on the fish scalesI'm assed out in the back seat of the Pontiac

Got a cup full of Coniac, wuarter out of hunny sacks

Tell me, get my money back, still broke

Feel like I ain't got shit to live fo, so much to kill foC'mon, this niggas transition, ain't no use in sittin' 'round wishin'

But my hands ichin', poppa need a new transmition

Get my grind on, hustle that bustle

To make my grip in any time zoneBundle that bubble, let's make it split

We buy peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs, nigga, please

Anything you ask fo', we got what you need

To these college degrees we applyin' to streets, 'cause I'm a hustlaIf you play the cards you dealt

Then you struggle, got to put in work

And I got to be the early bird

To grind and get what I deserveIf you play the cards you dealt

Then you struggle, got to put in work

And I got to be the early bird

To grind and get what I deserveHustla carry many meanings

Whether you a crook in them books

Whether you usin' your mind or usin' a 9

Bootleg alcohol or runnin' the ball, you must get it in

You was born a hustla an you a die a hustla

Prophit, hit 'em wit' itI pause and refine a mighty floss, et cetera

For life in a balance of it, lyin' an shinin' a beddy ro

I gotta be worse than a hust fa mine

If I don't crush it then I'mma bust the 9I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, it's over y'all

Wit' all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time

Ya know me dog, neva be a oldie dog

My state of mind's on the grind like a eighths of rawDon't go trickin' 'em all, I'mma have you bust for all my niggas

Live for the days so we can hustle 'em all

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