Get up, get up, haha

This yo' ****, young Ray Luv

Back in yo' motherfuckin' face, you know

Haha, the lay crew

No mo' trouble, just tryna bubble

And this goes out to my son

Baby I.E., wassup boy?

I was a hustler that's thick as straight love in the game

Always meant to be a player, but the Luv in my name

Who put the hustle in the shelves? I guess my daddy's to blame

'Cause if it made skillah, there weren't no shame in this game

But let me go player, caught up in the fortune and fame

Thinkin' when I'm gone will they still remember my name?

Straight soldier, stay that this here 'til it's over

Old folks laughin', tellin' my daddy that I'm never sober

Why don't you understand I'm just tryna feed my baby?

I'm goin' crazy, none of you fools can thank me

You tryna save me, sometimes I feel the love is gone

There I go, out the door to get my hustle up

Dreams of platinum, rap after rap, bun right back to back

While I hustle stack for stack

Callin' the crows, the game puts me into trouble

Forever, huh, I'ma struggle 'til I buckle

Gotta make my money double, struggle while the trouble all good

I'ma hustle 'til I bubble, gotta make my money triple

Hennessy now ripple (big Eddy, spaghetti)

(You gon' pop like a pimple)

BG turf OG, go, not that old

He went from Zena to Bows, collects the stars and goes

Diesel out with the game, we're like 4Gs, ain't no tears

Just beer poured for my homies

A ghetto star, ever hood and turf know it

Haters want me, but trick them suckers, 'slong as the set got love for me

I'm linked up to the fullest, so you better think long term

Before you come at me with some bullshit

The feds is crackin' down like Coolwits

And **** comin' for me, so when I smoke I keep a full clip

I just wanna get richer

So when you look at success, I'm the bigger you seein' in the picture

The B-I-G, E double D, I eat spaghetti

You konw me already, **** with the long fetti

Gangbangin' but never see me with no rag

No time to 'lax, stuffin' hunnids in the heavy bags

The local rollers for the battle, I'ma holla Trump, cause inflation

Move the organisation to Seattle

Called my up-north connection, he said I got it sold up in Seattle

We be judges in the next election

I have a ticket to Asebs tonight

Ready to get it on 'fore I'm gone on the next flight

Oh yo, **** out the rubble

Out to get my money, oh **** watch my bubble

Gotta make my money double, struggle while the trouble all good

I'ma hustle 'til I bubble, gotta make my money triple

Hennessy now ripple (big Eddy, spaghetti)

(You gon' pop like a pimple)

My chances gettin' a trillion, I'm in the wind as I'm hustlin'

Straight automatic, focal side in traffic, so I'm doublin'

'Cause all I really wanted was a piece of the reason

Bust so heavy in this gilet

I can't hide, wild skis I've got on the Glock

Heard 'em moanin', I play this poppin', I'm bubblin' major

Just 19 years old, I'm freezin' gold feeder for paper

You ain't know I'ma young BG from the cage

Soakin' game from my older cousin

Convinced a grad, tell I'm ballin', you thought I wasn't

Tryna keep my focus with the daily bomb

But I get the locus, swear to God I got more straight keys, my calm

Flick of the wrist, we get the dopest Coca-Cola

So do the gypsy twist, the hocus-pocus, A1, oh la

JNF fool that's tryna stop my hustle

It'll be a 211, 1A7

Young Drey is destined to bubble

Gotta make my money double, struggle while the trouble all good

I'ma hustle 'til I bubble, gotta make my money triple

Hennessy now ripple (big Eddy, spaghetti)

(You gon' pop like a pimple)

So much fatty, I'm feelin' hunnid

Every episode I be lookin' for my face on the most wanted

Feel like my life was written by Donald Gould

A king peer on the run, ****, like Jessie Edwards

Never knowin' which one of these suckers callin' themselves a minus

Gotta be pumped up, that spinage, wanna put a hot one in her

Young ****, my grandmomma call me sinner

But granny I just wanna make you proud of me and be a winner

Get outta this shit before I fade out, doin' bad

Go legit before I'm layed out on a slab

Who say we can't be hard and still smart?

Who say I gotta go out to the peer or that county moor?

Gotta find a way out, my little homies they be rappin'

Me and my mail, let's see what we can make happen

In it to win it and pop like Russel Simmons before I finish

A big baller, goin' out to the book, beginners

But these player haters known to be snitches and haters

Fool you can't fade us, fuckin' with Biggie, yes, the greatest

Little homies keep writin', I'ma put five grand on a lawyer

Big Eddie records got a business liscense

Rumour has it that my young ****'s out there jackin'

Oh you ain't know my sign of soldiers, now we goin' platinum

I found my route up out the trouble

Out to get my money, oh **** watch my bubble

Gotta make my money double, struggle while the trouble all good

I'ma hustle 'til I bubble, gotta make my money triple

Hennessy now ripple (big Eddy, spaghetti)

(You gon' pop like a pimple)

For the 1995

Straight tryna bubble...