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I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie
'97 had a brick by the muffler crony
Wholesale to my select
Preferred customers only
The white horse cooked

This the Concrete Jungle, constant trouble
Always high but never humble
Livin' out this cartoon but we surrounded
By rocks like Barney Rubble
Gangs

Went Right

Instead of left

Out of the closing bar

And at E. 7th and C

Walked smack into a stand-off

Between neighborhood grunts

In wife-beaters

drunk, dodging them coppers and popping off at the mouth
Know that I'm blowing the potent and rolling up puffing this smoke when I locate a fuck boy
Tucked

hating on me hoping for relapse
Ash Ketchum swag when I turn my hat back 
You was hoping that the boy wouldn't Snapback
Treat me like outlaw praying for my

he really bout to come for my life, I feel special
Say he got a glock 19 and a knife, heavy metal
I got l e d lights ‘cause I’m a fuck boy
Thought I

I arrive at the spot and my presence is felt

A couple of opps on the scene so I’m heavily strapped by the waist like a Gucci belt

If them boys want

was blessed more than sinuses/ lazy boys get they tops tilt back recliner shit/ a friendly remind/ this is/ semi to sidewinders n split/ rock

your yansh by force
Cause you fine die
Omalicha you dey make a man cry
I no go lie you dey enter my eyes
I no go lie e
You dey make a man high ee
Aaaaah

was 23

I was a og with that glizzy
By like 23
They had them bands up on yo head No you can't walk for free
Now I roll em In a wood before I go to Sleep

peak 
Rock yo brand at my shows get yo brand on they feet 
Scottdale the gang bring the crowd out they seat 
Seen yo bitch at the show screaming L c N E

speak on based god
Y'all don't really know I play
The game like I'm A-Rod
10 Mil contract, lets start a franchise
Make em' lean and rock and
I ain't

you can tell just by the smell of it
(Cough)
Yea it slap hard the second hand will make elevate
I prolly blow an eighth a day
My brothers call me Big E

throe fire
Kanan to my supplier
In my d boy attire
Im who the hustlers aspired to be
Yo flow aint inspiring me
I glow while applying the heat
Like hero

do it in the dunny
Leave your ass ripped just like your head, dummy
Ya boy been a fire kid since '98
No more waiting around to see what he might create

bitch
If a brother ball I body bang motherfuckers to the rack
Always rock my fucking rings on some shaq shit
Yeah we no dey carry last boy we carry bags

Talking bout C.R.E.A.M
Talking bout how you the man of the hour?
You ain't got nothing but a stash in them jeans
Boy fuck them Robins
Bruce Wayne is my

I'm a king like Henry
Drip so hard but I don't rock Fendi
Killer with the pen or mic so deadly
Never been fazed by the hate or envy
You try your best,

the stupid shit I get in
Ready for Armageddon
Ready to get ascended to heaven like I was Enoch
Boy I let the streets talk
Yeah I got that heat rock
You gone

live this life behind my bars, by resisting a rest
Fuck the refs, I swear the clan cut those checks
Peep their plan, see the play, check the game, study

rich
Shoutout my boys
The task force steady hit
Mono e mono
We send Fish like bricks
Pleading the fifth
We still see em on the sixth
Only the strong

Welcome back to it, red shades off
You saw the rose all in the tint, they going A-wall
I mean the stakes on
Get ready for this napalm
Me, E, Remo,

Looking for dat boy, but he under a rock like Patrick 
I was skipping classes, because I would rather flip a package 
Walked in class, da teacher gave me

say it ain’t
What it claims to be, but it’s true
Straight up you’re now rocking with the um
You just cannot rock
You needs tons of gravel to
Stand up in