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

[Slim
Close your and open your ears, for a change
You just might, learn thangs
I don't understand your plan, let me get this
You broke, but you grinding all day and
You on the pushing caine, with Jordan's and a chain
I know, wanna have nice thangs
But mayn, you must think the dope is a game
Fuck around and yourself, catching a chain
Better stash you some cash, for a day mayn
Cause only God knows, what bring
Better listen, I'm trying to stop a lot of sorrow and
falling on your ass, is a horrible thang
You better listen, I talk too too raw explain
Better from the mistakes, of the Outlaw gang
I been done that, fought that won that
Lost that and got it right back, you better

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

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

[Chris
You to quit talking so much, for a minute and hush
Stop 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 cool off, you just get touched
I grind against the grain, and your brain like a
Cause for me to get mine, is a and a must
But listen, hustling ain't for
Especially if you got the heart, and you's a scary body
Oh but I know, you don't me boy
It's gon take som'ing bad to happen, for you to me boy
But I'm so and tired, of teaching and preaching
You ain't even meet me way, it's like I'm the only one that's reaching
you keep leaching, you gon find yourself smashed
Pumped up, wrecked and
You of forgot my nigga, your future's my past
You listen, 'fore you wind up on your ass

- 2x]

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