My Hustle Song (Featuring Ryan Campbell & B Skeez)

 [Verse 1: Sam Lachow
 I wanna big big big big big, uh
 I wanna big white limo
 Something just hella simple that'll pop a pimple off the hardest pimp on the block (I want some)
 Sittin' high, like those video guys
 Seattle cops yellin' "cocksucka, throw the first rock sucka"
 Dare you, double dog look for trouble
 Couple hooligans zoomin' up 23rd and Union movin' around
 Well backpack rappers glued to the ground
 ****, long as their bars rhymin', they gon' keep on grindin'
 That's what I tell 'em
 If you not worried 'bout ya money, why you yellin'?
 I can turn that pretty squirt into a felon
 All these rappers want some beats but I don't sell 'em
 That's what I tell 'em
 Uh, 'cause I'm a stock broker
 A box broker pot smoker, [?
 I'm not hearin' your suggestions, I got plans of my own
 And if it's not about a dollar, I don't answer my phone

 [Hook: B Skeez
 How ya feel?
 We 'bout to turn a dollar to a mill'
 We tryna turn this into somthin' real
 If you ain't about a dollar, what's the deal?
 We out here hustlin', **** how ya feel, that's how we feel
 [Verse 2: Ryan Campbell
 Look, bad seed but believe it. we done grown up now
 Remember sneakin' out my house just to roll up loud
 I got some O's up, hold up, what is the hold up now?
 I used to sell it through the town, I got a whole store now (come on)
 Pounds, grams, and ounces, we don't deal in milligrams
 Musta hit like fifty grand off that purple mini van
 'Cause we don't hit drugs no more, we make deals
 Sit down and shake hands over them eight course meals
 'Cause man, I got in this game like back in '05 and '06
 See back then, ****, you could get the whole five for two sips
 Move up to nine-packs, I need to go find some new ****
 Now all I care about's my warehouse, you feel me?
 I'm a corner cutter, an order stuffer, get the quarter cut up
 Sorta hustler? Stand the **** off, you better order somethin'
 Man quit frontin' and get ya ol' hustle up
 This is America my dude, you make ya own ******' luck

 [Hook: B Skeez
 How ya feel?
 We 'bout to turn a dollar to a mill'
 We tryna turn this into somthin' real
 If you ain't about a dollar, what's the deal?
 We out here hustlin', **** how ya feel, that's how we feel

 [Verse 3: B Skeez
 I'm a bud grower, blunt smoker, money thrower
 Dreads lockin', heads boppin', feds watchin'
 Fist thrower, lift roll then piff blowin'
 Lane switcher, Palm City, Valley *****, uh
 [Outro: B Skeez
 Wow, what's hangin' witchu, Huckleberry slim, ************?
 [?
 Just give ya boy a call back, boy
 You already know, man, I'm tryna get it poppin,' man
 Holla at ya boy