I'mma Die a Husla

For real, yeah

How ya gonna die, when ya die, ****?

I'ma die a hustla

I'ma die makin' money

How ya gonna die, when ya die, ****?

I'ma die a hustla

For real, yeah

How ya gonna die, when ya die, ****?

I'ma die a hustla

I'm smokin' weed and shit

My baby mama keep sayin' she don't need this shit

She said I ain't doin' nothin' for my shorty, I'm like "Whatever"

As I'm sippin' on a forty, uh, yeah

I got my mind on the come up

'Cause I'm a G, 36 ounces to a key, I need to be

On the road with my **** from the hood

Screamin', "It's all good, it's all good, it's all good"

I often wonder should I stay in the game

'Cause I got too many enemies takin aim

I learned that **** that beef

Be tryin' to kill ****

So if you see me hangin', I'm hangin' with real ****

And I'll be bustin' at bitches and shit

Tryin to get the heck out

Swervin at my ride bout to wreck out, damn

I can't complain cause that's the life I chose

****, I'ma be a hustler 'til my casket close

And everybody's tellin' me, "You movin' too fast"

The street life don't last, look at your homies that passed

And even though deep inside

I know they talkin' true shit

I still wanna do shit

****, I'ma die a hustla

For real, yeah

How ya gonna die, when ya die, ****?

I'ma die a hustla

I'ma die makin' money

How ya gonna die, when ya die, ****?

Ain't got no time for fuckin with hoes, they gotta wait

'Cause a **** gotta get his money straight

'Cause **** be actin' shady when it come to green

Don't be fuckin' with my money if you come, then come clean

You fools better wise up

I'm like what's displayed

'Cause I'ma 2 gunshots shoot a ****, ask questions later

If I'ma die, ****, I'm not dyin' alone

I'll be machine gun until my bullets gone

And only real ****, can feel my pain

I once thought I was crazy but now I know I'm insane

Smokin' out, I'm the king of the base point

Me and my **** rollin' up a fat laced joint

Tryin' to survive I need paper to fold

Every other day I'm violatin' parole

Am I going back to jail? I'll be damned if I will

I ain't shootin' to stop a ****, I'm shootin' to kill

I lived my whole entire life in the fast lane

That's why I'm burned out

Never thought the streets would have a ****'s soul turned out

I'ma get me, no matter how I get it

And tell the police that Blac Haze did it, I'ma die a hustla

For real, yeah

How ya gonna die, when ya die, ****?

I'ma die a hustla

I'ma die makin' money

How ya gonna die, when ya die, ****?

I'ma die a hustla

For real, yeah

How ya gonna die, when ya die, ****?

I'ma die a hustla

I'ma die makin' money

How ya gonna die, when ya die, ****?

Could it be the street life?

Or am I really losin' my mind?

I get the trippin' **** with my nine

When I low my shit you better stand clear

And call the coroner 'cause there's a dead man here

See, I be watchin' the **** who wanna be large or maybe bigger

I catch a hot one and get to pullin' on the trigger

That's why I'm packin' five, when I'm packin' key's

So many homies that turned into my enemies

So don't be fakin' this shit like if you gonna blast

'Cause when I turn out the lights, you all outta gas

They got me caught up in the drama of the inner city

Who can a **** trust? Everybody's actin' shitty

I don't know where to turn, so I'ma chill back

And I'ma tighten my grip when I feel slacked

I don't want no small change, I want a big caper

I'm runnin' with the big boys makin' big papers

'Cause when I roll, I'll be rollin' with a dirty clip

Dirty guns and dirty bullets make you dirty quick

And we be layin playa haters down, like the law

You said you want it, we serve it raw

****, I'ma die a hustla

For real, yeah

How ya gonna die, when ya die, ****?

I'ma die a hustla

I'ma die makin' money

How ya gonna die, when ya die, ****?

I'ma die a hustla

Ooh tell me, do you know, do you know, do you know