True d's
Rap I rap for it never never never never
It's g's up cause down
I'm at your throat with that new west coast sound
Get ready for the throwdown
Cause it's about to it's about to go down
Real hard it's a line up or ghetto stores
Line enough for this shit they bump on the real yard
Talking through the struggle
Now I got a budget it's over with a hey
It ain't a thing but a chicken wayne cousin
I'm living extra crispy original
The whole bucket mac with cheese and coke
Should I continue I'm the big deal
To come with every side on the menu
West to the east the street beef spitting yeast
All up in the beat to make the bread
Man increase homie
Yeah boy I'm proud my honey queen
In the hood I'm foul like hustle shit
When I pull that thing you'll understand I'm not
Fan baby in the hood I'm about my hustle
Strapped up
Apostle
Yeah boy I'm about my humming and crack pull that n**a
I'm doing it
Now I'm smoking on some overseas amsterdam
Politic and tryna make my plan stick
Push me pull close to the edge I smash quick
I ain't that
Never thinking he getting a couple dollars and switch
I ain't your role model I ain't on no positive positive
I'm more some by any means
And the regard to get rich ski masking my
It's only logic it's this
It's only one way up to go
And that's up out of this shit
And could you believe they didn't see that I was just
Slap I woke them up likean alarm at the six
Look I'm a hustler
You can tell just by the cars that I dip
Extra features fully loaded like the bronze that I flip
It's not a board that I'm gonna spit
It's not a part of my script
You are witness at niggas get a rest of the snitch
Take you looking atme like a lick you could hit
I'll tell you the last n**a buddy rest in a b**h
Yeah boy I'm bout my honey dress in the hood
I bow like hustle shit
When I pull that thing you'll understand
I'm not spend bang bash
In the hood I'm about my hustle strapped up it
Said tussle yeah boy I'm about my homie n**a
I ain't make them do it in the night
Sounding that light it's passed me to strap
Rolling through the sixties with a sea on my hat
Nipsy in a six four dropped it to the back
The line hit me up and said oose where you at
Nine three more I'm only here for the rap
Fifty four
Mill and the car already packed
Four five four taking over it's a rap
Standing ovation if you wanna get clapped
I come from chair and hoe where we stay caked up
Walk up on them riga cousin wakers game up
These up and down n**a that's what's up
Saw gang homie so I gotta throw it up
White tea rock a republic said some chucks
My fear moves get your whole family touch
We stay off the line cause niggas talk too much
Throw my damn haters middle finger up
Yeah boy I'm pout my honey trees
In the hood I'm foul like us music
When I pull that thing you'll understand I'm the
Man baby in the hood I'm about my hustle
Strapped up rest step hustle
Yeah boy I'm about my hustle in the crash pool
And I ain't no f**g money no
As you gangstersat in my nerve
It's lost enough
