Hustle

Rolling with the top down, on peanut butter guts
 Trolling, I'm about to climb
 Load the gun, turn the base up, turn it up
 Holding that glock nine in case a hater run up
 Calling, I'm the shit now, so your bitch on my nuts
 I got my car smoking, but it ain't the motor
 It's just me and that dodo
 These bops strolling, I stop and poke 'em
 But I'm trying to get that dojo
 Riding dirty, ain't no hobo
 It's just me strapped up like a GoPro
 And I'm one deep, Han Solo
 Hoes trying to capture me like a photo, hustle
 All I need is two cups of drank
 With the system crank and a fifth of fangs
 See me pulling pranks in my candy paint
 Pull broads around me in crowds
 Both tires when I hit the breaks
 My hustle skills you can't debate
 Money don't wait, I'll be stacking up bank
 Till I'm dead and up in them clouds
 Getting to the cake, man, fuck your faith
 Riding outta state with a Texas plate
 Speakers in the back be like an eighth
 415 rock up five skate
 Crawl like a snake, boys gonna hate
 But it's money to make, don't fall for the bait
 Save the bullshit, I ain't gotta cape
 All I got till I'm in the grave
 Is a whole lot of hustle, hustle
 Pack it up and send it all away nine to five
 I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle)
 Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space
 Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle)
 Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013
 Boy, we gotta (hustle)
 We gotta, we gotta (hustle)
 You wanna go follow your dream then (hustle)
 Pack it up and send it all away nine to five
 I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle)
 Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space
 Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle)
 Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013
 Boy, we gotta (hustle)
 We gotta, we gotta (hustle)
 Yeah, couldn't tell me not to believe
 In the people that I was put in front of
 And told that I had an opportunity to become a part of a situation
 That put me in a position to maybe
 Some day break out of a small town
 I guess I fell for the okey doke
 I suppose I couldn't turn around in the hokey poke game
 To see lames and other folks
 Who thought joke was being played on me
 Oh, where the story goes again
 Here we go again, I'll again frown while the motherfuckers grin
 I can hear the sound of the gate closing in
 And I can feel the breeze of the hate blowing in
 Cause they all wanna go sightseeing
 Up in the Chevy and ride further in the wild
 And they kinda wanna drive, even make a turn off a road
 You ain't familiar with, enough to pay for the gas for a little bit then
 Before you know it, you got a best friend
 But when he started off he was just hitchhiking
 Should have heard when he said wolf for real
 If you're chill, you'll find another one just like him
 But it's hard as a motherfucker to say no
 When you're a rookie talking to a veteran playing pro
 And everything that he's saying
 He's saying to pay him close attention
 So you put your hand low
 Palms, out, opened, hoping
 And you can even see that engine smoking
 Plus all the money that he gave you owe him
 Rearview mirrors all of them broken
 Black boys, white boys, just a token
 For the slot machine, and the gambling notion
 Scamming and scoping, the animal inside
 The cannibal chose him, me
 I fell for another man's hustle
 Pack it up and send it all away nine to five
 I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle)
 Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space
 Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle)
 Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013
 Boy, we gotta (hustle)
 We gotta, we gotta (hustle)
 You wanna go follow your dream then (hustle)
 Pack it up and send it all away nine to five
 I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta (hustle)
 Broom and a mop, I clean 'em up from outer space
 Gotta beam 'em up got an universal (hustle)
 Had a premonition of me in the front seat of 2013
 Boy, we gotta (hustle)
 We gotta, we gotta (hustle)