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(featuring Thug, Kyleon, Chris Ward & Dre Day)

Thug]
Close your lips and open your ears, for a
You just might, some thangs
I understand your plan, let me get this right
You broke, but you all day and night
You on the block pushing caine, Jordan's and a chain
I know, everybody wanna have thangs
But mayn, you must the dope game is a game
Fuck around and yourself, catching a chain
stash you some cash, for a rainy day mayn
Cause only God knows, what bring
listen, I'm trying to stop a lot of sorrow and pain
Cause on your ass, is a horrible thang
You better listen, I talk too too raw explain
Better learn the mistakes, of the Outlaw gang
I been there done that, fought won that
Lost that and got it back, you better listen

- 2x]
Quit being hard (yeah I hear you mayn)
Open your ears and just (yeah I hear you mayn)
Get off your ass and do something (yeah I you mayn)

It's more one way out here, to get that do'
It take a rocket scientist, to get that bro
You can get that fast, get that
Hit licks with that grass, with that
Or with that pads, spit that
Or with it, try to get back mo'
Uh-uh not me, I to lose
You got it or you don't, and I refuse to choose
And candy blue's I cruise, cause if I I lose
And if I get out bad, I just use my tools
My mind and muscle, that helps me grind and
If it wasn't for this rap, I'd try to find a
Why sitting on they behind, steady trying to hustle
24/7-3/65, my time to
I'd be a dealer out here, I got and shuffles
Kyleon, is what really defines the hustle, just listen

[Chris
You need to quit so much, for a minute and hush
trying to throw down boy, why you in such a rush
You the game, as if you got a royal flush
But if you don't off, you just might get touched
I grind the grain, and your brain like a crush
Cause for me to get mine, is a plus and a
But listen, hustling for everybody
if you ain't got the heart, and you's a scary body
Oh but I know, you don't me boy
gon take som'ing bad to happen, for you to feel me boy
But I'm so sick and tired, of and preaching
You ain't even meet me half way, it's like I'm the only one that's
While you keep leaching, you gon find yourself
up, wrecked and crashed
You of forgot my nigga, your future's my past
You oughtta listen, you wind up on your ass

- 2x]

[Sir
On how, I got cash
I sold zones mics, moved rocks and hash
I click pro long, had to get on these blocks and
You want do' long, try to hit these blocks and mash
Be careful though, you got niggaz that watch stash
And the second you slip get off his hip, gon pop ass
Get a connect cop a Tech, take your in the dash
We now, hit the lot put your ride on glass
You hard headed not heated, when you on glass
it at home, but you need it when you ride on glass
Knocked off feet you looking weak, your boys slide on past
Had a high class bitch, now you collide with
Now you the plumber, pushing hoodrat lil' mama
Laid up with the slut, and the high five from her
Now you lying like a plumber, sick and in drama
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