Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

And you counterfeit niggas got me pissed off

You act as tired as selling hard.

You better get soft.

But you are not Denzel.

Can you endure that?

Cause pure crack can help you end your life.

Enjoy your chat.

And what I mean by pure niggas, no cut.

And fam, you can't be tricking money.

No slut.

Cause when it comes to the hustle, either you can or you can't.

So like a full flavor.

A cigarette I want no butts It ain't strong enough The strap ain't long enough

a pistol like a bitch to scare their head they ain't blown enough you were toys of rust

growing up like people didn't stay from the towers i'm near blowing up so what's my motive

The money in the ground for it.

But I won't bend over backwards.

Ain't got the spine for it.

It's cock blockers in the head.

It's got me on edge.

Stash the rocks in the bushes.

Tyler Stonehenge.

Street talk is money over bitches.

Get it melted.

Don't serve the snitches.

Let's get you paid.

And the product will concern the haters.

put white balls in the jets like exterminators.

I'm a hustler dedicated

To the gold game Married it But hid it from the boys With a low shade Mama said her ways

ain't in me that's on the real apple fell far from the tree cause it's on the hill

you know about cooking hard in a figure ready rock stashed in a tube of

my speaker.

Go and find it quicker.

Double all your cash back.

Make it real for less than a

I would have some flashback and put it on my car.

You ain't find it.

Tell him get the brakes beat off you and call it monarchy.

Oh, the hair's timing me.

Like I work a schedule.

Kill the green effect.

Go for petty time at FedEx.

I know you're up your mans, but.

Dick rides, not hetero For fag niggas, gelatin me Cock it back, let it go

Just let my heat talk Fam, I won't say shit So to the boys, the Fifth Amendment

It's my street talk.

Street talk is better get your weight up.

Make some money sleeping on it.

jobs should have stayed up and don't serve up for a hype if you know you're hot.

I'm a hustler.

So even if my rhyming.

I could still make a million off my clientele.

Don't get me wrong.

I'm a beast with the mic.

But catch me on the bricks and you'll see how I'm fleecing the white.

But stay out of sight to play the game.

You got to have patience and watch out for them bitch ass.

Knox and surveillance.

And if a nigga tried you for a dumb hole, let off some shots and make his shoulder lean.

Like young, grown, we some hogs in the game.

Me, I'm a fucking boss.

And I live by one rule, never take a loss.

Won't see my face if it's nothing to gain.

And cutting product off the top, just have niggas get bound.

Slang, I'm on my grind, working hard.

than a slave man say man constantly hit the bridge just like a caveman hey man

Stay in line before you get outlined in street chalk.

All because your ass wasn't up to par with you.

Just street talk.

Street talk is how you break bread.

Get fed.

Never have your product where you lay your head.

Stay ahead.

And get up off the block if it's sizzling.

Watch what you say in the forest when people listen in.