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Hey
See a ni**a like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk
This sh*t be once we get rich
Till then its back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep on a creep fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
I keep a big old ni**a beater heater
Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I know you want to f**k my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to even start to treat her
The way a pimp did and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustle I got more Franklin's in me than Aretha
If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowledge as preachers and teachers
Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers
I'm the M J G I get in yo' sh*t
I ain't trying to run yo' clique that be your friend so quick
Come on where my money let me hit the stage
F**k them long interviews just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us forever bust
Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts
See a ni**a like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk
This sh*t be once we get rich
Till then its back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep on a creep fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
Sticky w**d kickin' in big ball steppin' in
Straight flying when I hustle thats how I represent
Bounce if you feelin' what I'm spitting up in your ear hole
I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old
Smoking up drinking up kicking dust and f**king up
Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah I touched a brick or two pounds I done smoked a few
Got my bread and didn't do what the f**k I was supposed to do
Money blinds players turns them into evil spirits
Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it come to me
Real and unedited not how it be on TV
Be myself and don't be what those haters want me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free
Make the bad good put that on my leather and wood
Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood ni**a
See a ni**a like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk
This sh*t be once we get rich
Till then its back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep on a creep fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
You need to stop sticking your hand out you trying to fold it
Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it
It's plenty dirt to be swept and leaves to be raked
Now you need to leave from my face take heed to mistake
That you just made thinking a player could get played
Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped
My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars
And it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya fire
Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin' up
F**k me Watch my gun skeet like its busing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek
Then come out the back of your head now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated rated triple X
Niggaz want to be the king I don't give a f**k who's best
Just watch your mouth talkin' down in the south
I'ma let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out
See a ni**a like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk
This sh*t be once we get rich
Till then its back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep on a creep fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
