Hustle 4 Life (feat. Konky & Mobtrap)

Yeah, we're not the same, I'm makin' my own money sellin' gas Everybody in the hood knows that I'm movin' fast Bought some new clothes, got my outfit pretty clean All my homies hit me up "big dog, wanna sip some lean?" All these diamonds shining on my neck, I can make you blind I love money more than bitches, yeah, they always on my mind You know I get up by myself every time when I'm down And I see you by your faces, and y'all crawl like them serpents You been backstabbin' your friends for some cheese You fucking rat, bitch you better not be steppin' on my block You better stop, acting like a girl when you see some blood Got betrayed so many times, who the fuck should I trust If the popo show up, I will disappear like dust Came from struggle, gotta make by myself some cash I ain't gonna wait for others just to let me smash I gotta keep that strap close Versaci got a Glock with a mad blow We trappin' out the crib, we got mad hoes We countin' up them numbers stacking mad doe Free all of my niggas out the zoo coup I didn't beat the case but I run loose Cops on my back but I still cruise I stay rollin' swishers just like Snoop Promethazine we stay sippin' Kilo's we stay flippin' Iced out we stay dripping Bitch niggas we stay killin' I've been on my block since I was 15 Steady sellin' dope for my big dream I kick it with my bro's and the whole team Op run up on us then we blast him All them skinny hoes I don't fuck with them Shorty gotta be thick I don't fuck with thin You workin' 9-5 but I never did I'm steady gettin' cash like I've always been I gotta keep that strap close Versace got a Glock with a mad blow We trappin' out the crib, we got mad hoes We countin' up them numbers stacking mad doe Keep that 40 tucked in my jeans And I ride with the stick so the bitch gon' talk or it bust I fuck with yo' hoe, she a baddie I'm pullin' them beans And I ride with the stick on I ride with the choppa, I ride with my youngins I pour it for all of my sippaz And that bitch gonna ride she a seeker And the choppa gon' spray at your window And the choppa light up the way So you better get ready for bust yeah And I fuck with the people that never got shit But still make out the mud yeah I rock with my youngins, I rock with the G's We stay at the crib and still makin' a hit Rollin the kush when I'm back with my bros And stay with a clip cuz they like to play tough Phone tapped in cuz they dealin' with shit Wired up homies we don't talk to 'em now They wired, their phones they be tapped But still tryin' to make all these bands Get fuck off my face we not the same I buss up a hole while you bussin' a nut Never saw a plug in their life But still talkin' on songs That they slangin' around in the hood Broke bitch don't try me Broke bitch don't try me nah Yeah, we're not the same, I'm makin' my own money sellin' gas Everybody in the hood knows that I'm movin' fast Bought some new clothes, got my outfit pretty clean All my homies hit me up "big dog, wanna sip some lean?" All these diamonds shining on my neck, I can make you blind I love money more than bitches, yeah, they always on my mind You know I get up by myself every time when I'm down