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Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid spoke
Pork rinds and a soda pop, I told a cop I'd beat it, lost
At 3 a.m., they told up stop, we got it real real, to the top

A G like 30 feet away from the county line
The weed flyin', the golden smilin'
Wip it nice an then they sign
Man, fuck, how denyin' my damn luck
This ain't no find if we get stuck I'm doin' time

Don't get messy with the Prezzy
A quarter pound ain't worth the rizzy
Drunk as hell, then hurl the fifth
Back an forth we swerve and dip

Pumpkin' pie, bust a cop
I'll be damned, they took my crop
Shook 'em wit that lead foot an hit
About a 105 miles per hour

In the country wit the pudin', good an chunky
40 acre, mule an donkey, hell with that, just get the money
Got to be that early bird to grind an get what I deserve

Quick to burn an an can't mesquite it
Lord, I need it fore the third
Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for sure
Standin' on the standard curb, days begin to bend an blurred

Homegrown bacon, yeah, I'm havin' the wage
Tendency of a 50 hit, when it's about gettin' payed
Came along with a ragin' thief hidin' under the shade
An momma won't quit buggin' me about my heathenish ways

Now I've wasted more tears then my mouth cold beer
Gotta be a Man on these rolls, overcomin' my fears
Body too quick to gaze, with they head on bob
Get dee, life is foul but the dirt is hard, yeah

If you play the cards you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the early bird
To grind and get what I deserve

If you play the cards you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the early bird
To grind and get what I deserve

Ain't no tenth, thirty-five percent, dent in my hub caps
Sticks in my dove sacks, fifth till I cuts that
Look, my baby husband got to eat some mo
Dough is what Im reachin' fo, money low, need some mo
Hustlin' these streets alone

Now everyday I work, 75, A&R tellin' me lies
'Fore I die, wanna drive big bodies wit' bubbla die
Now peep the otha side, ova them hills
Rich dude that own them mills
Tha candy sto is open for sale
These junkies gone smoke it to death

Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, gold grills
No scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big grill
Wood grain sturnweel, weigh it up, be still
Lay it on the fish scales

I'm assed out in the back seat of the Pontiac
Got a cup full of Coniac, wuarter out of hunny sacks
Tell me, get my money back, still broke
Feel like I ain't got shit to live fo, so much to kill fo

C'mon, this niggas transition, ain't no use in sittin' 'round wishin'
But my hands ichin', poppa need a new transmition
Get my grind on, hustle that bustle
To make my grip in any time zone

Bundle that bubble, let's make it split
We buy peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs, nigga, please
Anything you ask fo', we got what you need
To these college degrees we applyin' to streets, 'cause I'm a hustla

If you play the cards you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the early bird
To grind and get what I deserve

If you play the cards you dealt
Then you struggle, got to put in work
And I got to be the early bird
To grind and get what I deserve

Hustla carry many meanings
Whether you a crook in them books
Whether you usin' your mind or usin' a 9
Bootleg alcohol or runnin' the ball, you must get it in
You was born a hustla an you a die a hustla
Prophit, hit 'em wit' it

I pause and refine a mighty floss, et cetera
For life in a balance of it, lyin' an shinin' a beddy ro
I gotta be worse than a hust fa mine
If I don't crush it then I'mma bust the 9

I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, it's over y'all
Wit' all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time
Ya know me dog, neva be a oldie dog
My state of mind's on the grind like a eighths of raw

Don't go trickin' 'em all, I'mma have you bust for all my niggas
Live for the days so we can hustle 'em all
What? What? What?
Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid spoke   Pork rinds and a soda pop, I told a cop I'd beat it, lost   At 3 a.m., they told up stop, we got it real real, to the top      A G like 30 feet away from the county line   The weed flyin', the golden smilin'   Wip it nice an then they sign   Man, fuck, how denyin' my damn luck   This ain't no find if we get stuck I'm doin' time      Don't get messy with the Prezzy   A quarter pound ain't worth the rizzy   Drunk as hell, then hurl the fifth   Back an forth we swerve and dip      Pumpkin' pie, bust a cop   I'll be damned, they took my crop   Shook 'em wit that lead foot an hit   About a 105 miles per hour      In the country wit the pudin', good an chunky   40 acre, mule an donkey, hell with that, just get the money   Got to be that early bird to grind an get what I deserve      Quick to burn an an can't mesquite it   Lord, I need it fore the third   Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for sure   Standin' on the standard curb, days begin to bend an blurred      Homegrown bacon, yeah, I'm havin' the wage   Tendency of a 50 hit, when it's about gettin' payed   Came along with a ragin' thief hidin' under the shade   An momma won't quit buggin' me about my heathenish ways      Now I've wasted more tears then my mouth cold beer   Gotta be a Man on these rolls, overcomin' my fears   Body too quick to gaze, with they head on bob   Get dee, life is foul but the dirt is hard, yeah      If you play the cards you dealt   Then you struggle, got to put in work   And I got to be the early bird   To grind and get what I deserve      If you play the cards you dealt   Then you struggle, got to put in work   And I got to be the early bird   To grind and get what I deserve      Ain't no tenth, thirty-five percent, dent in my hub caps   Sticks in my dove sacks, fifth till I cuts that   Look, my baby husband got to eat some mo   Dough is what Im reachin' fo, money low, need some mo   Hustlin' these streets alone      Now everyday I work, 75, A&R tellin' me lies   'Fore I die, wanna drive big bodies wit' bubbla die   Now peep the otha side, ova them hills   Rich dude that own them mills   Tha candy sto is open for sale   These junkies gone smoke it to death      Money, hos, clothes, automobiles, gold grills   No scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big grill   Wood grain sturnweel, weigh it up, be still   Lay it on the fish scales      I'm assed out in the back seat of the Pontiac   Got a cup full of Coniac, wuarter out of hunny sacks   Tell me, get my money back, still broke   Feel like I ain't got shit to live fo, so much to kill fo      C'mon, this niggas transition, ain't no use in sittin' 'round wishin'   But my hands ichin', poppa need a new transmition   Get my grind on, hustle that bustle   To make my grip in any time zone      Bundle that bubble, let's make it split   We buy peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs, nigga, please   Anything you ask fo', we got what you need   To these college degrees we applyin' to streets, 'cause I'm a hustla      If you play the cards you dealt   Then you struggle, got to put in work   And I got to be the early bird   To grind and get what I deserve      If you play the cards you dealt   Then you struggle, got to put in work   And I got to be the early bird   To grind and get what I deserve      Hustla carry many meanings   Whether you a crook in them books   Whether you usin' your mind or usin' a 9   Bootleg alcohol or runnin' the ball, you must get it in   You was born a hustla an you a die a hustla   Prophit, hit 'em wit' it      I pause and refine a mighty floss, et cetera   For life in a balance of it, lyin' an shinin' a beddy ro   I gotta be worse than a hust fa mine   If I don't crush it then I'mma bust the 9      I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, it's over y'all   Wit' all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time   Ya know me dog, neva be a oldie dog   My state of mind's on the grind like a eighths of raw      Don't go trickin' 'em all, I'mma have you bust for all my niggas   Live for the days so we can hustle 'em all   What? What? What?
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