The make the hustlas Hustlas the world go round The world is made of keys, and pounds The keys, ounces and pounds is made from
See how shit come round for ya cop it, chop it and cook it See how come back round for ya cake in the oven, now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door but you knock the hustle But I, it's like a game of one and I got nineteen And my Jake but I put 'd' on me Lil Wee gon eat that's how it is
Got on the floor, man, I'm that positive And I'm in the saggy lens Me and my squad in the waggy tally Benz And you I put the mags on that 45 mack With the flash on that, who it
Everybody sing
Now, I'ma ride 'cuz I got in my bloodline And I'ma shine 'cuz I got shining in my I get that dough I got hustle in my bloodline I bleed concrete, I [Incomprehensible]
Now, I'ma ride 'cuz I got riding in my And I'ma shine 'cuz I got shining in my I get that dough 'cuz I got in my bloodline I concrete, I [Incomprehensible] people
And when I move, I out with the raw I move out with the squad to his album we We so mob, I throw lives and to live For my of bread the people's player I did what the culture and I live by the Coast of Nostre Cid Fuck around, I'll knock your shoulder from your Get it right, I'm a till I'm dead This kid in with buttonholes inside that bled
I'm o's of lots of haze I'm so high and I don't even know why But oh, I just go, buy a house And lay my mat down, lay her down But I never put my mack
You see the in me You know Weezy, he the son of Bubba-B All my basketball where the thunder B If you want it then come for me, I'm right
Now, I'ma ride 'cuz I got in my bloodline And I'ma shine 'cuz I got shining in my I get that dough 'cuz I got in my bloodline I concrete, I [Incomprehensible] people
Now, ride 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma 'cuz I got shining in my bloodline I get that dough 'cuz I got hustle in my I bleed concrete, I people
I'm G'd up, only follow the code of the Live bad to die how to move when hustling by the day with no food But just so I can eat and it a bitch And if you see me getting fat I'm probably getting And you probably can come see me for some before six And after it's all bricks
My fate and my palm is around this eight And my arm because the dirty is straight Vietnam I with the bomb, I'm asking you don't play with me at all hit your ass and make three of y'all It'll take three of to fill one of my shoeprints I did and I do shit, that's better than new shit
Fit for two clips, the kid is a Oh man, he's inspired by his own music and the blueprint through the stoop with the ewe lit Like, oh shit is more than weed, it's 500 degreez
Now, ride 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma shine 'cuz I got shining in my I get that 'cuz I got hustle in my bloodline I bleed concrete, I people
Now, I'ma 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma shine 'cuz I got in my bloodline I get that dough 'cuz I got in my bloodline I concrete, I [Incomprehensible] people