| I'm a hustler, not by choice (1x) | |
| (AZ) | |
| I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell | |
| Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bail | |
| It's like Attica '67 when they, closed the jail | |
| Be careful, but promote yo'selves that's what they told me | |
| Involved but unconcerned **** beef when it dissolve it does not return | |
| I don't leave, stagnate nor move off-beat | |
| So discrete very rarely do I move on feet | |
| I rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats | |
| Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets | |
| I blacks out never blind by the size of the image | |
| No disguise, homocide don't rely forensic | |
| Homes's finished, scrambling caught in the scrimmage | |
| 12 shells ricocheting and it pours from the hemorrhage | |
| Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for moving backwards | |
| New York's number one draft pick | |
| I'm a hustler, not by choice (4x) | |
| (Trav) | |
| All this nigga know is, get money burn a lot of smokes | |
| Lazy niggas was sleeping, I was wide awoke | |
| Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke | |
| When it's time to sleep with the fishes I supply the boat | |
| And I swear it hurts, I supply the coke | |
| 'Cuz don't nothing scare me worse than dying broke | |
| Iron poking on my ribs while I'm laying in a Taurus | |
| I live this shit y'all just performers, it's a dirty game | |
| I seen thugs turn informers, crooked cops run in the crib, no warrants | |
| Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge, | |
| Got a female lawyer and she ****ing the judge | |
| I was once told, that you reap what you sow | |
| And a, the scent of weed always seep in your clothes | |
| And a, it's Quiet Money so we speaking in codes | |
| Like, why should I trust ya?, nigga, I'm a hustler | |
| I'm a hustler, not by choice (4x) | |
| (Animal) | |
| Unh, Yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just nice | |
| Like a ginszu blade nigga, he just slice | |
| And get y'all out the game, dog, it's not long | |
| Anybody can spit, faggot, but can you make a hot song? | |
| You're not wrong, like Biggie said you're dead wrong | |
| Need to get your flow tight, gotta get your head strong | |
| Watch us, the way we floss up in coat lockers | |
| Walk right past security, flippin' poppers | |
| Like what? who the **** gon' stop us? | |
| Y'all wait until the summer, when this ****ing album drop us | |
| I know y'all hate it, because y'all flows outdated | |
| You finished as an artist and I finally made it | |
| But I paid my dues, in this game patiently waited | |
| Niggas ain't gimme shit, I had to take it | |
| It's A dot, all year 'round I stay hot | |
| Nigga I play not, ride thru you're block in that grey drop | |
| They call me headhunter, the head is all I aim for | |
| The top spot nigga, what you think I came for? | |
| These words touch you, cut you open like a chainsaw | |
| And now you're your man is like, what y'all said his name for? | |
| ****ing hustler, mother****ing Animal | |
| I'm a hustler, not by choice (5x) | |
| I'm a hustler | |
| I'm a hustler |
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