A Hustler's Guide

I got them scared, he looking like a ghost walking Huddle up, pay attention like the coach talking CD's and sweatshirts out the post office Crazy feeling, when they supporting your calling The snow falling, I couldn't save a pack for you, I sold all them With no auction, they strapped up-approach cautious Negotiating higher offers, look at rappers I have fathered Tried to put them on, he ain't receptive don't know why I bothered I know the streets, this my genre All the beats that I have slaughtered, All the bars that I sat and thought of Treat this shit like it's Sparta, taking trips and book charters Bragging bout his new shipment, line him like a good barber I made some moves and they still haunt me to this day I said I'm sorry and you left, what else you wanted me to say He in the coffin because a stray In this game it's very rare to see success and walk away I made it by the grace of god, but not without a couple scars Its lonely at the top, had me contemplating jumping off Buying all the onions up, Supplying all these customers I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers Lets go I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers Ziplocs, throwing pounds on the scale until it busts Always keep some money set for bail, that's a must But the goal is to never go to jail, in them cuffs He on the run, but at least they off his trail, that's a plus I'll tell you where that dope take you, you broke then this is ole faithful Break it on the table, so much coke they making snow angels It costs to be the boss, you only moving if I okay you Never cross the Don Datta, nobody is gone save you You always need a OG that can put you onto game Too many brothers without families tryna find one in a gang Never cared about the beef, I just got my hustle right If the plug hit me back, I'm bout to run it up tonight I've seen some million dollar empires crumble to the ground It gets dark, you can tell you in the jungle by the sounds I had to fuck the whole game up, I spun this bitch around Fill the back of the Uhaul with 150 pounds I made it by the grace of god, but not without a couple scars Its lonely at the top, had me contemplating jumping off Filling all these duffles up, know he got his plug from us I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers Lets go I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers