Hu$tla
Storman
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I used to flip five For the dub Just to blaze one Then I put the white Up in the club To make their face numb Now I make that bass bump And the place jump If you want me on the stage Your paying for my elevation It's the great one No relation to the fakes ones Around the way Trying to state dumb On my name Cause they hate How I got my cake up from All the caine In the same city that the Saints run I ain't worried the fame son I just want to lay flame down Innovate with my day ones On a new wave Way away from All these little dudes Acting like they saying A-1 But they make something stupid For their views on their you tube Just to use it For some booze and the Bluetooth In a new whip Getting loose with a new boo And a new clique Then they lose it Getting booed Every move that you make Cause your view is a fake And your music is amusing All your interviews getting muted Cause your way to into you And you ain't fusing to the booth bitch You're a student in my school That won't shoot shit Lil tooth pick To an Ice Cube with a few spliffs In the studio getting too lit From the right fuel for a nuisance With a loose lip Catching two drips Off that therapeutic Flying from the yak I'm a Pterodactyl with two fifths On point like a tack I'm attaching the track ruthless Trying to get that bag And blow that cash on a few bricks It ain't nothing for me dude This is what I do But I ain't got to prove shit Storman's the weather Whether you know it or not My flow is sicker than an institutions I came up out the mud And got it all from the muscle Started with a couple bucks Then I turned into the plug So I had to run it up Took the cards I was dealt Then shuffled just to f*ck it up Then I got a gun to tuck For the ones that wanna press their luck I refuse to be a customer When dealing with the dust I was born to be a hustle Born to be a hustla Flooding blocks with the uppers And drugging these mother fuckers For profit and for the numbers My pockets hotter than mufflers Stunting with all the smugglers Running from under covers Who's hunting for the ones That's coming up F*ck the cops and the judge They just want us for the bucks And to lock us up for life So they lurking for a bust Just to hurt us with their cuffs Hoping that we strike back For a reason to be rough And act tough huh? Requesting backup I see a black kid I bet you that he has drugs He has to Well he's got dreads and a couple tattoos So bring an extra clip with you If we get threatened We can shoot (F*ck the police) Lyrical bullets I'm here to penetrate the youth From a pen and concentration Of dominating with truth A bomb that's waiting to boom With obligation to prove My annihilations very soon So anticipate my moves Acclimated to piles Making me zoom My styles taking the fumes Embracing it with the fire Just to take me higher than the moon Calculate desires From a mouth that's made to spew it out Till they admire me and my goons I'm the flyest in the room I been wired since the womb So retire or you're doomed They supplier of tombs And the firest of shrooms All you liars with a lot to lose Bunch of goofy dudes Looking fruity Getting screwed By their label Unable to claim a loop That they use They way too stupid And turned to bait So I make them food After abusing them From the way That I'm slaying the tunes Yea Already told you This is what I do But I ain't got to prove shit Storman's the weather Whether you know it or not You're gonna witness my revolution I came up out the mud And got it all from the muscle Started with a couple bucks Then I turned into the plug So I had to run it up Took the cards I was dealt Then shuffled just to f*ck it up Then I got a gun to tuck For the ones that wanna press their luck I refuse to be a customer When dealing with the dust I was born to be a hustle Yea I was born to do this shit This is more than a passion It's my fucking religion I'm here to squeeze Every drop out this game Controlling the outcome Maximizing my energy With efforts beyond your reach I will achieve my goals I do have what it takes Do you think you have what it takes? F*ck the procrastination And trust the process Don't wake up Later down the road and be a Woulda, coulda, shoulda Type mother fucker With excuses of why You couldn't execute Put it all on the line Go hustle
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