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Diary o a hustler,
Don't this nigga hustling, this nigga bluffing
Look him in his eyes, the only time he cooking pies is in the kitchen
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 ass better break fast
Because fool ain't like an Egg Mc'Muffin
He ain't the only nigga f*ckin' that he coughing
this hommie ain't the only d*ck she's sucking
I shrieked his wife, but I it life,
Cause she could take 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 like they street pimping
I women to the telly and get them jumping like they Blake Griffin
I'm on point like Chris Paul, when she taste the ace on 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 tired of rap niggas acting
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 coulda' died, sugar high
I rap a verse if that don't work, I'ma a pie
Or try to make a dollar bill selling Miley
Even I know that somebody will probably squeal
I'ma sill push weight like a that body-builds
And everybody's real, but they say they 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 order
The state I solve gonna cross the state border
You ain't seen the shit that I
It's a big difference between getting a man and manslaughter
And you don't want them goons kidnapping damn daughter
Tying your damn son up, if the money come up
I'm trying to come up, so I'm running
from when the sun goes down the f*cking sun come up
That Miley Cris who's f*cking my damn up
And the that I'm puffin, f*cking my damn lung up
But don't me to these damn young bucks that ain't done much
After we lock ass, I they pop as
I'm your old head, you better respect to me
Definitely for I give you a hysterectomy
Hey, yo, of these rap niggas can mess with me
Them is my sons, I'm about to get a vasectomy
is my specialty,
Eversince I learned my ABCs, MCs couldn't f me
I'll pop your ass, but I don't sexually,
Cause my finger 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 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 whip and go to the block with rock up
Make the junkies grab up to make your add up
I wouldn't say I have bad luck,
But bad things could to good 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
why I put together the diary of a hustler
you can't, you can't judge a book by its
That's why I together the diary of a hustler
I've in this game for years
But I'm feeling than ever
I'm in a whole-never bag now
I'm cocky with my shit
Cause I know niggas ain't with me
I'll produce this track and I just tore f*ck apart
Y'all niggas better show me the respect I
Or I the shit out of one of you niggas man
You already what 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
Shout out to my nigga Ap
And Shout out to all the goons in the street that got respect for a nigga like me
The of a hustler