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Yeah Yeah, ay Stay breaded like toast Heat it up, pop it off Keep a toaster close Yeah Bank like dank Always 0's and 0's Commas Bin Laden, the whole city blows Spit clean cuz I got a bad mouth You got skinned knees yeah thats why you back down Aint shit funny, ain't no class clown Shoot 'em up Pow! This white boy went from black sheep to the cash cow Now I'm blocking their shade with Versace Squaded, I came with the posse RhymeSick, that wave, Kamehame Your girl calls me Daddy, I'm Papi I'll send your ass back to your mommy You balling, I'm ballin' You fucking lame boy I'm a God, dog We ain't the same, boy You playing, go back to that game boy And I'll go back to running the game boy Move! Fuck hoes, get money If that was life, shit I done lived plenty Bust in your ear, you won't hear me coming I'm the real McCoy, you can't tell me nothing Yeah Shark Tank boy, yeah that's all I swim with So drip with the flow, we been frying big fish Pockets on swole like Hulk Always Hustle: that's all I know I'm like win, win, win! The same ones doubting the come up now watch us making gains But now we're running coast to coast they got nothing to say I rock with hustlers and G's, my crew is steady paid And if you ain't about your business: get up out the way Hustle Hard or Go Home Hustle Hard or Go Home Hustle Hard or Go Home Hustle Hard or Go Home Hustle Hard or Go Home Hustle Hard or Go Home Hustle Hard or Go Home Hustle Hard or Go Home Spend a couple racks, got some new phones Check my bank account, still a few 0's They know I'm blowing up, DM's full of hoes Not fond of splitting half, gotta tell 'em no Why y'all telling me to come around When I was broke you just frowned Almost went to ground I gave my last dollar over just to help you out But if I had the same problem, couldn't help me Wow Here I go getting famous A lot of fuck boys gettin' angry Got 'em watching me pacing Red faced, they chasing After my method Like it'll change their placement Just face it, you've been second best I've been holding back a minute Get it off my chest I gotta exercise these demons, put 'em all to rest I'm gonna change the whole game, no reason to stress Found a hustle and it worked Brain gave birth to a psycho mentality Let the pro's do the work The rest of the puzzle slowly fell into place I may never be the same so Broken's tatted on my face But I picked up the pieces and Gorilla Glued the rest And while I'm at it, flex a little See me beating on my chest I gotta put my state on Bezz believe I'm the best The same ones doubting the come up now watch us making gains But now we're running coast to coast they got nothing to say I rock with hustlers and G's, my crew is steady paid And if you ain't about your business: get up out the way Hustle Hard or Go Home Hustle Hard or Go Home Hustle Hard or Go Home Hustle Hard or Go Home Hustle Hard or Go Home Hustle Hard or Go Home Hustle Hard or Go Home Hustle Hard or Go Home You ain't going hard, get up out the house Toured the whole east coast, north, west and south On the grind all the time, find me in route I'm the trill white boy with the diamond mouth Bitch I'm fully prepared to supply a drought I'm the flower that grew out the water spout Just a young man tryna make his momma proud Just a hustler tryna run his stomping grounds I can sell legal lean and off the loud We done opened the doors and locked it down All they do is talk shit when I'm not around Nowhere to be found when I'm in they town Possess major power Flows so electric like a cable tower Pimp slap the rap game with some baby powder I'll take down his name and erase the coward Display bravery Give a bunch of excuses to hate on me My clique sucker free, get away from me I'm the same guy that I get paid to be Took it straight from the park to the major league I'ma soar to the heights I attain to reach I'ma handle my biz, move gracefully Make a plate disc fly in an ATV C'mon
Writer(s): Bradley Markovitz, Anthony Navarro, Derrek Jensen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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