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Diary o a hustler,
Don't believe this hustling, this nigga bluffing
Look him in his eyes, the only time he cooking is in the kitchen oven
He a born liar, I'm on fire like the piff I'm
I'm high, so I'm about to blow, eruption
This new fix so it's fake ass break fast
Because this fool ain't an Egg Mc'Muffin
He ain't the nigga f*ckin' that shit he coughing
this d*ck ain't the only d*ck she's sucking
I his wife, but I take it life,
Cause she could barely the pipe,
She told me I a d*ck reduction
I'm so official, I let her the whistle
Then her home to you so she can kiss you
That shit
Niggas friending they street pimping
I take women to the telly and get them jumping they Blake Griffin
I'm on point like Chris Paul, when she taste the ace on that crystal, she cut a jigsaw
The kid so you mad as fuck
But I let the air blow at your afro, give you a cut
I'm of rap niggas acting though
Yup, I'm rapping, I've acting up since I came out of my daddy's nuts
I'm on my grain, I do not
Too adrenaline, my heart pump insulin, bitch I'm not sweet
But you a sweety, you got
So you coulda' died, you're sugar high
I rap a verse if that don't work, cook a pie
Or try to make a dollar selling Miley pills
Even though I know that will probably squeal
sill push weight like a nigga that body-builds
And everybody's real, but say they trigga' blow
But I taught them niggas high
How I them the body fill
If a prick say that he don't snitch, he probably
on my click will probably get somebody killed
For
I'm placing a damn
The next state I gonna cross the state border
You seen the shit that I seen
It's a big difference getting a man slaughtered and manslaughter
And you want them goons kidnapping your damn daughter
Tying your son up, if the money don't come up
I'm trying to up, so I'm running around
from when the sun goes down till the f*cking sun up
That Miley Cris who's f*cking my song up
And the that I'm puffin, f*cking my damn lung up
But don't compare me to damn young bucks that ain't done much
After we ass, I what they pop as
I'm your old head, you show respect to me
Definitely for I you pussies a hysterectomy
Hey, yo, none of rap niggas can mess with me
Them is my sons, I'm about to get a vasectomy
is my specialty,
Eversince I my ABCs, MCs couldn't f with me
I'll pop your ass, but I don't sexually,
Cause my trigger itching like it got an STD
All my is dumb,
You niggas pussy, I put a hole in you, make period come
I still part shit, say a lot of hot
I got hits, I just ain't poppin cause I ain't got
Shit, I chop bricks, I give you stock tips
But I can show you how to cut keys a locksmith
Pot whip and go to the block with bagged up
Make the grab up to make your money add up
Y'all I say I have bad luck,
But bad things could happen to dudes doing bad stuff
But I never been shot or got up
And when I ain't had much I was still swagged up
But you can't judge a by its cover
That's why I put the diary of a hustler
you can't, you can't judge a by its cover
why I ṗut together the diary of a hustler
I've in this game for years
But I'm better than ever
I'm in a whole-never bag now
I'm cocky with my shit
Cause I know ain't fucking with me
I'll produce this track and I just tore that f*ck
Y'all better show me the respect I deserve
Or I the shit out of one of you niggas man
You already know I'm rapping,
Lawcity is in the building
Philly venge is in the building
Shout out to my Bishop
Shout out to my nigga Chubby Jack
out to my nigga Eeyore Ap
And out to all the real goons in the street that got respect for a nigga like me
The of a hustler