Hu$Tle
(专辑: Black Sheep 2 - 2015)
Yeah, all the
shit I
did for a
dollar I
done hustled, I
done stole, I
done robbed Man, fucking up a
rapper not a
problem, yeah I
would talk about some bitches that I'm trying to get with Dog, but I
already got 'em Somebody do me like Drake did Meek They go missing, you will never hear about 'em I'm praying for your homie when they shot him Don't go no where without it Thought somebody should've taught him When there's blood on the
leaves It be looking like it's Autumn I
go Jordan 'bout a
ring If I
ain't got 'em then I'm Gollum I'm a
motherfucking problem 'bout the
dineros Flood the
whole city when it's in barrels I
want enough gold to satisfy ten pharaohs Rappers thinking they in style when they in'apparel Fuck a
bitch, me and money we in wedlock, it's serious And about her I
go red dot, period They was running game so I
put 'em at a
dead stop Now it's just my day ones tighter than a
dreadlock Think they running up on one of us, boy, they best not We serving up the
nonsense (Yeah) It ain't fucking with my conscience (Yeah) Drinking 'til I'm unconscious (Yeah) I
was made to hustle I
was made to count big bags of cash with all of my brothers I
was made to hustle I
was taught how to get cash and count this shit like no other I
know how to hustle Did some dirt in Bokey, me and T
Moving quarter bags of the
OG Only care about the
money I
ain't really into stunting so I'm sitting lowkey My homie told me "Don't even take a
risk if you ain't gon' sell the
whole thing" I'm one of the
realest in my city There's a
reason everybody know me, I
keep it humble You a
fraud, trying to play hard Call ya bluff, this ain't poker, we don't play cards The
world is yours Gotta find an outlet, plug it in, and then take charge They tried to stop us now they sitting in the
graveyard I'm in the
streets letting rounds out the
AR 'Cause I
do dumb shit when I
take bars You don't see me rocking nothing if it ain't ours In love with fast money like I'm 'bout to race cars Whoa, all the
shit I
did for a
dollar I
done hustled, I
done stole, I
done robbed Man, fucking up a
rapper not a
problem I
would talk about some bitches that I'm trying to get with Dog, but I
already got 'em Somebody do me like Drake did Meek They go missing, you will never hear about 'em, ah! I
was made to hustle I
was made to count big bags of cash with all of my brothers I
was made to hustle I
was taught how to get cash and count this shit like no other I
know how to hustle Tell the
feds they could run up in the
house I
ain't gotta keep a
thing in the
couch That's my girl, made the
808 my spouse When I
fuck her it make everybody bounce Told my homies, "no time to waste, every second really counts" We got big deals nowadays I
be losing money trying to serve an ounce Getting it by all accounts I'm saying we been at it for a
long time Feeling like I'm sitting on a
gold mine Don't ask me why the
label ain't giving me no shine Baby told me I
don't need a
cosign Prove it when it's showtime Feel like I
did this shit in no time I
was patient waiting for it to be go time Now I
got it, every play, I'm at the
goal line I'm 'bout to score a
touchdown and your hoe mine Bitch bet' not play 'bout the
money Black Sheep 2
is here, that shit no longer coming The
streets was waiting, I
could feel the
hunger I'm back good as ever, away from the
slumber Just give me a
number, I
came by to flood the
whole summer We serving up the
nonsense Drinking til I'm unconscious It ain't fucking with my conscience I
was made to hustle [Birdman:] Yeah, born in it, born rich This a
lifestyle, boy Stand up or stand tall, nigga G
up or don't ball, boy How we do it Young Caskey, it's your turn, boy Riding with you, we riding with you Big money popping, top floor type shit Suites, hella seats, nigga Hella choppers, yeah Sand, beach, water, and bitches, nigga GTVodka, light one, smoke out the
pound, GT, boy Ay, Caskey, get the
drugs, nigga We lit up, live up, brrrat! Orlando, stand up