Hustler's Anthem V2

[Birdman:]
'84, '94, '20, two type shit (Yeah)
Out of line, you get your fucking top topped
Ain't playing no games, you pussies
Ayo, this on you, blood
Hold this shit down, blood
You understand me?
Cash Money, Rich Gang wave, nigga

[Rob49:]
Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, thats me
Muscle, what you think?
Pussy, play your lick
I just dropped the lo, I miss my wo
Drug dealers selling coke and dope
I put niggas bitches on go
Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope
I was shooting dice by the stove (Okay)
I say this nigga lifeless as it go

Yeah, I don't know what happened to my savage but I can't turn him down
My girl a freak, I kiss her feet before I eat her out
Two years ago, I ain't have nowhere to live (Aight)
Nigga bossed up quick and bought my moms a crib
A project baby, twenty-two, I'm rich
December, I was fucked up, you niggas lucked up
My mama put that dope up, to dodge the task force
Money, sex, drugs, violence thats what they told us
Was good for the youth, I'm a baby Larry Hoover (alright)
I bless her, hallelujah, Im fucking her every day
I'm dogging her out every way, eat pussy, crème brûlée
For God, the big boss, the real one, alright
I still keep my hammer incase need to nail something, alright
I still call my ho in case I miss her, alright
I still call my redbone, vanilla, alright

Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, that's me
Muscle, what you think?
Pussy, play your lick
I just dropped the lo', I miss my woe
Drug dealers selling coke and dope
I put niggas bitches on go
Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope
I was shooting dice by the stove (Okay)
I say this nigga lifeless as it go

[Kevin Gates:]
Alright, guilted on me bad, it made a tear, don't try to stop me
Media been scared 'cause I ain't turning out or no problems
Fake rappers acting like they rocking how I'm rocking
Afraid to stand beside me but saluting me in private
Love the swag, I drop a bag, but you ain't never killed nobody
Say I tried to kick a bitch but I ain't into soccer
Radio won't even play my songs, my own city blocking
Stop booking for me shows, how was I 'posed to feel about it?
Hmm, right back to the kitchen, whooping chicken, still empowered
Had one in syringes, for a zip, they kill a body
Luca Branson, pressure, yeah, that's me
"Kevin, what you think?" "Killer, what you say?"
S-s-slicing up the white, he caught with sticks and playing hockey
Thought because she owned the restaurant that she could stand on top of me
Told her, "Bend it over", lick her ass and pussy, sloppy
Hit 'em with that voodoo dick and now she being toxic

[Rob49:]
Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, that's me
Muscle, what you think?
Pussy, play your lick
I just dropped the lo', I miss my woe
Drug dealers selling coke and dope
I put niggas bitches on go
Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope
I was shooting dice by the stove (Okay)
I say this nigga lifeless as it go