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Diary o a hustler,
Don't believe nigga hustling, this nigga bluffing
him in his eyes, the only time he cooking pies is in the kitchen oven
He a born liar, I'm on fire the piff I'm puffin'
I'm high, so I'm to blow, volcanic eruption
This new fix so fake ass better break fast
Because this fool like 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,
she could barely take the pipe,
She told me I a d*ck reduction
I'm so official, I let her blow the
send her home to you so she can kiss you
That shit
Niggas friending like they pimping
I take women to the telly and get them jumping like they Griffin
I'm on point like Chris Paul, when she taste the ace on that crystal, she cut 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 niggas though
Yup, I'm rapping, I've been acting up since I came out of my daddy's
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, cook a pie
Or try to make a dollar bill selling pills
Even I know that somebody 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 niggas high
How I catch the body fill
If a prick say that he snitch, he probably will
Snitching on my click will probably get somebody
For
I'm placing a order
The state I solve gonna cross the state border
You ain't the shit that I seen
It's a big difference between getting a man slaughtered and
And you want them goons kidnapping your damn daughter
Tying damn son up, if the money don't come up
I'm trying to up, so I'm running around
from when the sun goes till the f*cking sun come up
That Cris who's f*cking my damn song up
And the that I'm puffin, f*cking my damn lung up
But don't compare me to these damn young that ain't done much
we lock ass, I what they 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 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
pop your ass, but I don't mean sexually,
Cause my trigger itching like it got an STD
All my is dumb,
You niggas pussy, I put a in you, make your period come
I still part shit, say a lot of hot
I got hits, I just ain't poppin I ain't got sweets
Shit, I chop bricks, I can't you stock tips
But I can show you how to cut keys a locksmith
Pot whip and go to the block rock bagged up
Make the junkies grab up to your money add up
Y'all I say I have bad luck,
But bad could happen to good dudes doing bad stuff
But I been shot or got stabbed up
And when I ain't had much I was still swagged up
But you can't a book by its cover
That's why I put the diary of a hustler
you can't, you can't judge a book by its
That's why I ṗut together the of a hustler
I've been in game for years
But I'm feeling better than
I'm in a whole-never bag now
I'm cocky with my shit
I know niggas ain't fucking with me
I'll produce this track and I tore that f*ck apart
Y'all niggas show me the respect I deserve
Or I smack the out of one of you niggas man
You already know I'm rapping,
Lawcity family is in the
Philly pistol is in the building
Shout out to my Bishop
Shout out to my nigga Chubby Swag
Shout out to my nigga Ap
And Shout out to all the real goons in the street that got respect for a nigga me
The of a hustler