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Detroit born and raised I was born and raised Still hit puberty and had to get the Yola shave Tryna end up over paid if that's a such thing Still smirking knowing I'm blessed to leave the dope game Without one stain Clean name still a hunnid Niggas still broke I'm still getting money Fell asleep with the rollie on my nose stuffy Woke up to a text from HOV and PUFFY Damn that was a fucking dream Instead I woke up like fuck I gotta move these P's Work Phone layin by the benz keys I suggest you select what your friends see Jus' cause you ain't hate don't mean you get the same I pray god reveal if your nigga change Stayed the same, but change where a nigga hang Your mans fails, your success is what he finna' blame Diamond link I spent a hundred PLUS A goal of mines I got it and I don't wear it much Used to take my profit right up to hutch Back then shit my profit was a hundred bucks Sold my gun cause I was short on my chain Money Granny said the gun was for the chain YOU A DAMN DUMMY RIGHT Rushing the shiny ain't had me thinking bright Hustling in Canada I pray a nigga see the night Ran with og's that I idolized Followed all orders never took a dime We woulda got jammed, gladly woulda took my time Honored to go down with em yeah the game had my mind In the convertable I'm thanking god I escaped from so much shit I had a job That I meant to sell Right before a big case then I quit like fuck this Blessed to have this rap shit Do i miss the game? yeah a tad bit I miss hustling with my grandaddy Now I gotta take it worldwide and rep the whole family Rose gold all summer for my nigga fresh We used to valet them benzes at summer set You and rock watch over the crew Any snitch you see around us, get em removed I spend my summers in drop coups Used to spend my summer posted making the rock move Now I rock jewels and off scene and off the block dude I let niggas win, never once had to block moves God first, Family second, Business third Handouts? I don't even address it Fucking me over you fucking up your blessing Now you gotta watch from the bleachers and see me still progressing I swear my losses was my biggest lessons Being myself, I became you niggas bitches fetish I guess she tired of the characters We can have the same shit but still you can't compare to us Niggas embarrassing Way before a vibe I sold off white heroin meet me at the Sheraton Niggas ain't support the goal but feel like i should share a win All this hand out shit what happened to just being men? I love the women in my life I can't find the words so I explain it with some ice Never flew a plane but took my family different heights They say I'm bringing pressure I just call it living life Remember sitting on strathmoor sack low no dope But know im worth way more Now I'm asleep a nigga make dough This is what I hustle fo, this is hustzle musik 4
Writer(s): Dior Giovanni Petty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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