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Diary o a hustler,
Don't believe nigga hustling, this nigga bluffing
Look him in his eyes, the 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 like an Egg Mc'Muffin
He ain't the nigga f*ckin' that shit he coughing
this hommie d*ck ain't the only d*ck she's
I his wife, but I take it life,
Cause she could barely the pipe,
She me I need a d*ck reduction
I'm so official, I let her blow the
Then send her to you so she can kiss you
That disgusting
Niggas friending like they street
I women to the telly and get them jumping like they Blake Griffin
I'm on point like Chris Paul, when she the ace on that crystal, she cut like a jigsaw
The kid ball so you mad as
But I let the air at your afro, give you a Cassie cut
I'm tired of rap acting though
Yup, I'm rapping, I've been acting up since I out of my daddy's nuts
I'm on my grain, I do not
Too much adrenaline, my heart pump insulin, I'm not sweet
But you a sweety, you got
So you easily died, you're sugar high
I rap a verse if that don't work, I'ma a pie
Or try to make a dollar bill selling pills
Even though I know that will probably squeal
sill push weight like a nigga that body-builds
And everybody's real, but they say they trigga'
But I taught them snow high
How I catch the body fill
If a prick say that he snitch, he probably will
on my click will probably get somebody killed
For
I'm placing a damn
The next state I solve gonna cross the state
You seen the shit that I seen
It's a big difference getting a man slaughtered and manslaughter
And you don't want them goons kidnapping damn daughter
your damn son up, if the money don't come up
I'm trying to come up, so I'm around
from when the sun goes down till the f*cking sun up
That Miley Cris f*cking my damn song up
And the dutch that I'm puffin, my damn lung up
But don't compare me to these young bucks that ain't done much
After we ass, I what they pop as
I'm your old head, you better show to me
Definitely for I give you a hysterectomy
Hey, yo, of these rap niggas can mess with me
Them niggas is my sons, I'm about to get a
is my specialty,
Eversince I learned my ABCs, MCs f with me
I'll pop ass, but I don't mean sexually,
Cause my trigger finger itching it got an STD
All my is dumb,
You niggas pussy, I put a hole in you, make period come
I part shit, say a lot of hot shit
I got hits, I just ain't poppin cause I got sweets
Shit, I chop bricks, I can't give you stock
But I can you how to cut keys like a locksmith
Pot whip and go to the block with bagged up
Make the junkies up to make your money add up
I wouldn't say I have bad luck,
But bad things could happen to good dudes doing bad
But I never been shot or got up
And even when I had much 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 can't judge a by its cover
That's why I ṗut the diary of a hustler
I've been in this game for
But I'm better than ever
I'm in a whole-never bag now
I'm cocky with my shit
Cause I niggas ain't fucking with me
I'll produce track and I just tore that f*ck apart
Y'all niggas better me the respect I deserve
Or I smack the out of one of you niggas man
You know what I'm rapping,
Lawcity is in the building
Philly pistol venge is in the
Shout out to my nigga
out to my nigga Chubby Swag Jack
Shout out to my Eeyore Ap
And Shout out to all the real goons in the street that got for a nigga like me
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