Two point five in my ear
Four on my neck
Eighteen hundred on the wrist
Happened over night
Naw
Had to take risk
Hustling for hoes
Nigga make it make sense
Twenty in a business
Than i watched it birth a twin
Never been timid i put ten toes in
Make my mama smile came from roaches in the crib
Quick to take a pile and try to make it back flip
You cant understand me if you scared to get rich
I cant understand a nigga not trying to win
I can never stand lack of hustle its sick
Im just trying to ball till the shock clock end
My brother in the pen doing time i know he sick about it
And everyday i wish i could break my nigga out it
Protect my dawgs on the road with a brick of powder
We just road running staying focused
Please let me pile it
She like my style
Like my smile
Like the way i talk
Im from the city by the sea
We stay with fishing rods
Super fresh boy im clean like tide pods
Protect me from false prophets
Niggas lie lord
I need
A quarter mill cash
I need
A bad bitch with ass
I need
A coupe new tags
I need to never be like you
You sad
I need to never be like you
You sad
I dont know what you niggas heard About me
But ima hustle to the day that i
Die
I done turned chasing dividends to a bad habit
Run it up no brakes i aint asthmatic
Touch ya toes when ya pose look back at it
Gave her 2500 dollars still mad at me
You aint nobody goals when you broke
Used no hands but she still took my soul
Im trying to pull up in a rarri or a rolls
So i cant talk with you if you aint got goals
I cant be turned down im too extra
If im in the party then my nigga got a weapon
Before i bought a chain i bought a gun
Too extra
Stop chasing hoes niggas being too desperate
You hating on a nigga getting paid
How you mad at it
She came through and just like michael
Took a stab at it
I need
A quarter mill cash
I need
A bad bitch with ass
I need
A coupe new tags
I need to never be like you
You sad
I need to never be like you
You sad
I dont know what you niggas heard about me
But ima hustle to the day that i
Die