Pure Born Hustla

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Zay King

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I ain't banging no colors just me and my brothers
Grew up sharing clothes cause a nigga was struggling
Mama was hustling going to work everyday
I was stealing cause I ain't have nothing
Ain't sleep foot in no trap I was slanging dat bitch
Still inching to go on a hit
Ain't no gangster yeah I can admit
I'm a pure born hustler know I'm a stay wit a stick
I ain't tripping about what he be on cause I know what I'm on and I know a lil nigga won't Blow
If he catch me lacking and blow I know I'm a finally go but just know I ain't no out no hoe
We used to walk to the strip wit a couple a dollar the rest we gone take out the store
They like another cop died and they ass petrified why you tell me I already know
I stay wit that rod like I'm fishing
I shoot like Pippen
Boy missing ain't never existing
I stay wit blue hundreds no Cripping
Shoes ties never tripping
Still screaming like Long Live Da Hitman
Yeah Long Live Geez nigga know how we rocking
Some already dropped they ain't finally stop dropping
They joining together like why you click hopping
We body for body you know ain't no stopping
We out at night just some young niggas hunting
An ain't DeAndre but I get a glock put the drum in
I live what I talk nigga I ain't stunting
I be wit some bloods and no c bitch we bumming
I be wit some Crips too
They wont hesitate up on commands and them young nigga hit you
Ain't tryna talk send my niggas to bliss you
Don't care if you hard nigga up wit your stick too
I ain't banging no colors just me and my brothers
Grew up sharing clothes cause a nigga was struggling
Mama was hustling going to work everyday
I was stealing cause I ain't have nothing
Ain't sleep foot in no trap I was slanging dat bitch
Still itching to go on a hit
Ain't no gangster yeah I can admit
I'm a pure born hustler know I'm a stay wit a stick
Aye this Glock hot like it's straight in the oven
And bitch I'm the hardest it ain't no discussion
If I catch a cop roll them up a Russian
Now they at his funeral playing percussions
Now his bitch ass gone
And I'm blow cop pack strong
It's a banger if I'm on your song
Don't feel like I'm wrong
The way that we living could die any minute so tell hold on
Cause this ain't forever
Trick you out your spot? boy you better not let them
And I'm finally wet them
We creep down yo wit suppressors it's "shh" when go out and catch them
You shoot for the stars bitch you better not hit me
Cause I'll put the pump to your back like your Ricky
Hit her and gone but I left it all sticky
Want me to come back but I can't know she miss me
Got to know run it you in the game
Oop gang till I die nigga Josh did the same
And I'll never change
I'm still that lil nigga wit nothing just tryna get something and thugging wit one in the Brain
One in the head
If we hit your block we gone take it school how we leave it with led
And I'm going fed
You diss you get clapped bet not open your mouth cause ain't shit to be said
Like why you so internet nigga no we don't do that
If i see your bitch ima screw that
I get the pack smoke it out and run through that
You ride the wave you gone drown in the durag
Seventeen wit a stick but I walk like it's legal
I stay wit the mob like a young Bugsy Siegel
I feel like a king so they call me the regal
And bitch I ain't friendly don't come up with people
Don't f*ck wit me now? y'all gone hate when I'm up
Ain't supporting right now and come later you stuck
Try it I bet yo ass won't get a buck
If you try and you do that's a green leaf clover it's luck
But I wont say no more ima finish
Try me like a hoe I'm a f*ck up my image
All we do is shoot like a mother fucking scrimmage
You got to have courage don't never me timid
Causes they f*ck you over when you at your lowest
I get on the beat I'm just talk not rapping I flow like a poet
You already know it
You up wit yo stick nigga up with my stick guaranteed ima blow it
Blowing the stick time to put out the candle
Thirty shots out the Brick like Julius Randle
Stay strapped up like Velcro on a sandal
Put him on the news then we flipping the channel
I ain't banging no colors just me and my brothers
Grew up sharing clothes cause a nigga was struggling
Mama was hustling going to work everyday
I was stealing cause I ain't have nothing
Ain't sleep foot in no trap I was slanging dat bitch
Still itching to go on a hit
Ain't no gangster yeah I can admit
I'm a pure born hustler know ima stay wit my stick

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