Jaccin For Beats

(álbum: Bullets Ain't Got No Name, Vol. 2 - 2009)

Jumping off the airplane
Blue chucks on the runway
Hussle nigga I only get it one way
Momma said boy you fool stay in school
Last month I made more then every teacher at my school
Come kick it at my crib come swim in my ja-cool-zee
Watch my big screen fuck one of my groupies
Truly hussle liven like a boss now
Straight down slauson Ave to shut the mall down
5thousand really it ain't nonething fuck browsing
Spend it all double back for more hustling
I'm so south centralize it costumes
If I see hatred in his eyes I'm rush em
Trust no bitch don't stuck over lust
It's six million ways to die that's just one
I'm one in a million mammas grab your children
Protect em what's on them blocks and back of those buildings
I'm some were on the coast smoking fealty
Rich on rolling making green buying real-tee
Gold medalist gotta get my torch on
Speed boating geten my scorch on
Al per calling me on my I-phone
Telling me the kush that I smoke fuck up the Ozone
09 trying to go fo gold
Nip hussle rich roll are get rolled on