Look, I know I'm quiet, I can start Some shit up, tell my **** spark Some shit up, I be

In the car with killers, I was selling Hard with dealers, doing **** Dirty, when I ain't

Have it I hope God forgive us, now I'm only trying to touch paper, I go Hard for business

Only **** lining me up is when I let my barber finish, yeah I ain't Got no heart to fit in

Send a couple jugs to get em, Young **** gripped and ready to Squeeze, that's the monster in him

He ain't bring no conscience with Him, whole team riding dirty, kill You for half a birdie

Some **** don't pass 30, and this Mack carry 30, I fell in love with The game fast, I got

Married early, woke up to a couple Pounds in the morning, I was Bagging early, **** is big mad

Cause my bitch bad, I flip a big bag, Extend the rounds, I let that click Drags, my bitch boozy

She shop at Fifth Ave, my plug Drop a brick off in the gift bags, And I'm living cocky

We popping big tags, when I see You I'ma stomp your bitch ass, I'm In the block to get cash

Hate to be broke, you on the block With nick bags, yeah, I can't relate, If you still 40 and broke

I know **** in they 40's and still Serving the coke, these **** only Hustle hard to put real

Fur on they coat, and I ain't like These other rappers, I consider Myself a goat, yeah

So they compare me to the best, When they speak my name, cause Every time I spit you can't hear

My shit, look, I'm 45, I'm just Trying to grind it off, I don't like To smile at all

But I know some **** gon' hate Me to this day, I'ma let that fire off, Yeah

Curly shirt and tri type dope, but Them **** never

Gon' say it to my face, I'm just Trying to grind it off, I don't like To smile at all

But I know some **** gon' hate Me to this day, I'ma let that fire off, Yeah

Curly shirt and tri type dope, but Them **** never gon' say it to my face

I got some shit to sell you, I know you pussy, even bitches smell you

Since you fuckin' with the cokes, I Got some shit to sell you

We ain't had no choice, we had to Hustle when the system failed you

Know how it feels in the cell, stuck With no bitch to bail you

They say the pain make you Stronger if the shit don't kill you

But you ain't gotta act like you Really bad, and if I know the real You

Puttin' up a front to get you Pressed, and they say the tongue is Wicked

It bring you death, better watch it With your words

Or you could end up in the press, I Was stuck with a bad batch

But it ended up gettin' stretched, Had to take a couple shots

I ended up gettin' less, but that's Just part of the games

We flippin' this shit to flex, yeah, Dirty money got me lookin' clean

Plus I got wifey in the crib, she like To cook and clean

Make sure a couple racks on that Table before you book the team

These **** want they money in Front, it helps with my self-esteem

I'm just tryna grind it off, I don't like to smile at all

But I know some **** gon' hate Me to this day, I'ma let that fire off

Yeah, really shouldn't try it though, But the **** never gon' say it to My face

I'm just tryna grind it off, I don't like to smile at all

But I know some **** gon' hate Me to this day, I'ma let that fire off

Yeah, really shouldn't try it though, But the **** never gon' say it to My face