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Please do not disturb the hustle
I hear barks, where's your muzzle 
Your mouth's the fucking struggle
Soul-ties compromised 
By niggas playing puzzles
Cold eyes on the rise
I call it Game of Knuckles
I should've never trusted you
You flex muscles
But, inner demons they chuckle 
Under pressure you buckle 
Popped bubbles, you trouble  
From fossil shit that you shovel 
Neglect the hustle for brussels 
Get gold with brass knuckles  
I'm a lout bout my hustle
Molly popping them pills
Say she loves me like a Stan
Had to cut that bitch off  
Thinking about my future band
Vacations in the sand
2 Kids
Yup! That's the plan
Man, really need a woe man
Hold him down to the end 
Never stress ya

You should shoot your messenger 
For the shit they been telling ya
I ain't with it
The crib is where we pressing ya
If we ever addressing ya

You should shoot your messenger 
For the shit they been telling ya
I ain't with it
The crib is where we pressing ya
If we ever addressing ya

Sunday to Sunday
I sit back and do me Nigga
Sunday to Sunday
You sit there in misery Nigga
Sunday to Sunday
Cashing checks from over seas Nigga
Sunday to Sunday 
Tidal waves you couldn't see Nigga
When coins flip
You really flip the script my nigga 
I'll pull the trigger
I really am a Jigger Nigga
I see ya figure
Them dollars make you flip my nigga
You seem them figures
Them shadows get you clipped my nigga   
Cutting like a Sza
Supermodel-ish figure
Take one look in the mirror
See the shimmer is where we differ 
Turning backs on me nigga
Get turned in to salt pillars 
Give you that restart 
I am flooding your rivers
One call to my nigga
Well make ya block quiver 
T. Clancy with the Splinter
T. Ford yea imma spender
The wrist making me shiver
Clear blocks like it was winter
The liq warming my liver
Black Label, yea imma sipper
Lane Switcher
Peddle to the floor, grain gripper 
Zigga Zigga, who got the keys to my bimmer 
You my nigga? Or not
Never known to flip flop
Salt bitches can kick rocks 
Their time's on tic toc 
Never known to stop, watch 
You Twelve, I'm top notch
From Dade, don't get rocked 
Or boxed hopscotch 
Get nicked, a bad botch 
Just bagged a bad thot 
Her pussy food for thought
You think I'm pussy, get popped 
Never stressing ya 

You should shoot your messenger 
For the shit they been telling ya
I ain't with it
The crib is where we pressing ya
If we ever addressing ya

You should shoot your messenger 
For the shit they been telling ya
I ain't with it
The crib is where we pressing ya
If we ever addressing ya

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