the hustle

born and raised in the project with four kids at home and no dad(hustle) momma tripping her purse empty food stamps alone and no cash(damn) i just wanna get it gonna shake the block black on black Ferrari and no slabs( aye)hustle game on fleet my nigga now what you know about that red and yellow black diamonds on me plus my faces is covered in tats water blue cheese in my pockets homie and my killas ready to attack(buck,buck,buck,) ..my hunger is growing so I'm eating nigga no time sit and relax I'm on my nigga I'm in this game just tryna chase that bag,gotta keep it going,don't try stop me last thing you'll see is my gat, my head is high ,feet on the ground, I ain't ever looking back, done left the hood ,done curb serving fiends killin niggas over Crack. this shit is real kept the stick on me even while I was sitting in class .momma tried to tell me, but I kept hustling nickels and dimes and quarter sacks till they gotta nigga put the fence on me said your gonna learn how to act now I'm sitting back Just cooling homie like Ice and nigga now that's a fact