Got a cheese on the hunnid spoke Pork and a soda pop, I told a cop I'd beat it, lost At 3 a.m., they up stop, we got it real real, to the top
A G like 30 away from the county line The weed flyin', the smilin' Wip it nice an they sign Man, fuck, how my damn luck ain't no find if we get stuck I'm doin' time
Don't get with the Prezzy A pound ain't worth the rizzy as hell, then hurl the fifth Back an forth we and dip
pie, bust a cop I'll be damned, they my crop Shook 'em wit that lead an hit About a 105 miles per
In the wit the pudin', good an chunky 40 acre, mule an donkey, with that, just get the money Got to be that bird to grind an get what I deserve
Quick to an an can't mesquite it Lord, I need it the third Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for on the standard curb, days begin to bend an blurred
Homegrown bacon, yeah, I'm havin' the Tendency of a 50 hit, when it's about payed Came with a ragin' thief hidin' under the shade An momma won't buggin' me about my heathenish ways
Now I've wasted more tears then my mouth beer Gotta be a Man on rolls, overcomin' my fears Body too quick to gaze, they head on bob Get dee, is foul but the dirt is hard, yeah
If you play the cards you Then you struggle, got to put in And I got to be the early To grind and get I deserve
If you play the cards you you struggle, got to put in work And I got to be the bird To grind and get I deserve
Ain't no tenth, percent, dent in my hub caps Sticks in my dove sacks, fifth I cuts that Look, my husband got to eat some mo Dough is what Im fo, money low, need some mo Hustlin' these streets
Now I work, 75, A&R tellin' me lies 'Fore I die, wanna drive big bodies bubbla die Now peep the otha side, ova them dude that own them mills Tha sto is open for sale These junkies gone it to death
Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, grills No scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big Wood grain sturnweel, it up, be still Lay it on the fish
I'm assed out in the back seat of the Got a cup of Coniac, wuarter out of hunny sacks Tell me, get my money back, broke Feel like I ain't got shit to fo, so much to kill fo
C'mon, this transition, ain't no use in sittin' 'round wishin' But my hands ichin', poppa need a new Get my on, hustle that bustle To my grip in any time zone
Bundle that bubble, make it split We buy peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs, nigga, Anything you ask fo', we got you need To these college degrees we to streets, 'cause I'm a hustla
If you play the you dealt you struggle, got to put in work And I got to be the bird To grind and get I deserve
If you the cards you dealt you struggle, got to put in work And I got to be the early To grind and get what I
Hustla carry meanings Whether you a crook in books Whether you usin' your or usin' a 9 alcohol or runnin' the ball, you must get it in You was born a an you a die a hustla Prophit, hit 'em it
I and refine a mighty floss, et cetera For in a balance of it, lyin' an shinin' a beddy ro I gotta be worse a hust fa mine If I don't crush it then bust the 9
I tell ya dog, get on the in over-alls, it's over y'all Wit' all dem stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time Ya know me dog, neva be a dog My state of on the grind like a eighths of raw
go trickin' 'em all, I'mma have you bust for all my niggas Live for the so we can hustle 'em all What? What?