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Diary o a hustler,
Don't believe this nigga hustling, nigga bluffing
him in his eyes, the only time he cooking pies is in the kitchen oven
He a born liar, I'm on like the piff I'm puffin'
I'm high, so I'm about to blow, volcanic
This new fix so it's fake ass better break
Because this fool ain't like an Egg
He ain't the only nigga f*ckin' shit he coughing
this hommie d*ck the only d*ck she's sucking
I shrieked his wife, but I it life,
Cause she barely take the pipe,
She told me I need a d*ck
I'm so official, I let her the whistle
Then her home to you so she can kiss you
That shit
Niggas like they street pimping
I take women to the telly and get them jumping they Blake Griffin
I'm on point like Paul, when she taste the ace on that crystal, she cut like a jigsaw
The kid ball so you mad as
But I let the air blow at your afro, you a Cassie cut
I'm of rap niggas acting though
Yup, I'm rapping, I've been up since I came out of my daddy's nuts
I'm on my grain, I do not
Too much adrenaline, my heart pump insulin, bitch I'm not
But you a sweety, you got
So you easily coulda' died, you're high
I rap a verse if that don't work, I'ma a pie
Or try to make a dollar bill selling Miley
Even though I know that somebody probably squeal
I'ma push weight like a nigga that body-builds
And real, but they say they trigga' blow
But I them niggas snow 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 I solve gonna cross the state border
You ain't the shit that I seen
a big difference between getting a man slaughtered and manslaughter
And you don't want goons kidnapping your damn daughter
Tying your damn son up, if the money come up
I'm trying to come up, so I'm running
when the sun goes down till the f*cking sun come up
That Miley Cris who's f*cking my song up
And the dutch I'm puffin, f*cking my damn lung up
But don't compare me to these damn young bucks that ain't much
After we lock ass, I what pop as
I'm old head, you better show respect to me
Definitely for I give you a hysterectomy
Hey, yo, none of these rap niggas can mess me
niggas is my sons, I'm about to get a vasectomy
is my specialty,
Eversince I my ABCs, MCs couldn't f with me
pop your ass, but I don't mean sexually,
Cause my finger itching like it got an STD
All my is dumb,
You pussy, I put a hole in you, make your period come
I still shit, say a lot of hot shit
I got hits, I just ain't poppin I ain't got sweets
Shit, I chop bricks, I can't give you stock
But I can show you how to cut keys a locksmith
Pot and go to the block with rock bagged up
the junkies grab up to make your money add up
Y'all I say I have bad luck,
But bad things could happen to good dudes doing bad
But I never been or got stabbed up
And even when I ain't had I was still swagged up
But you can't judge a book by its
That's why I put together the of a hustler
you can't, you judge a book by its cover
That's why I ṗut together the of a hustler
I've been in this game for
But I'm feeling better than
I'm in a whole-never bag now
I'm real with my shit
Cause I know niggas fucking with me
I'll produce this track and I just tore that apart
niggas better show me the respect I deserve
Or I smack the out of one of you niggas man
You know what I'm rapping,
Lawcity family is in the
Philly pistol is in the building
Shout out to my nigga
Shout out to my nigga Chubby Jack
Shout out to my Eeyore Ap
And Shout out to all the goons in the street that got respect for a nigga like me
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