I'm on the hustle This game is my nine to five See the streets are cutthroat
So it's just me and my bitch and shit right here by my side.
Stay where you're at.
I'ma introduce y'all.
Matter of fact, I come where you reside.
Nigga, try to fuck me.
Uh oh, fuck no.
I'm just a soldier that's tryna survive behind enemy lines.
Did it on a strip egg day.
Fuck nicks, we sold bricks, a K. The phantom charcoal is color heroin gray.
With thugs from the borough to soldiers in Pelican Bay.
While thieves run up on your workers getting choked.
in a cell.
We brandishing ratchets, getting head and weighing coke on a scale.
Copping jewels, rocking velours, and yapping on burnouts.
Crash rentals, running from jokes.
and beating up turnout, sticking with the grind.
Mastering the movement on the block, stick up with the shine.
Ain't a lot of losers trying to plop down and gleam a sign on you while you walk in the dark.
Ultraviolet light on my cake, making sure they mark money.
tricking on me get addicted them bitches moving more clever than feds putting pressure on snitches now listen
My team strong, bitch.
People my muscle.
With lots of money while I stay on my hustle.
Singing gangsta.
I'm on the hustle.
This game is my nine to five.
See the streets are cutthroat.
So it's just me and my bitch.
And she right here by my side.
Stick where you at.
I'ma introduce y'all Matter of fact, I come where you reside Nigga, try to fuck me Uh-oh, fuck no
I'm just a soldier that's trying to survive behind enemy lines.
I thought I told y'all niggas.
Yeah.
See black, split star, you already know what it is, nigga.
Rock Digger, what up?
M. Dallas, what up?
Rampage, what up?
East Flatbush, Brooklyn.
Aftermath, bitch!
