Huh?
Of a hustler, mind of a G Player hatin' niggas can't fuck with me
Of a hustler, mind of a G Kicky, smokin' tree
Fuckin' up the industry Satchel shades, dog hat
Dressed to impress Candy red, drapery buck
TV's at my headrest Rollin' on blades, choppin' up locks
Rollin' Byzantine baguettes filled with rocks
Two Glocks, what did you expect?
Six hundred bands, ten thousand on my neck
Watch this boy wreck, then break a leg
Grab the black pen and sign for the check
Notorious but glorious, I made it understood
Rap game is diggin' it, put it down for the hood
Man, it feel good to ride and get blowed
Billion dollar dreams, me and K thinkin' through
Breakin' down the beat, solo has provided
Dead in the lines, Hersheywood has collided
Of a hustler, mind of a G Player hatin' niggas can't fuck with me
If you really wanna know who we are
When you come and die like a superstar
If they really wanna know who we be
It's Phat Pat and that boy Mike G
I got the mind of a G in this game
Addicted to the paper so I can't escape it, man
Mind on the voyage or shall I say a mission
Back up in the kitchen and my palms still itchin'
Baby mama still bitchin' cause I ain't got time
Tryin' to make a meal, ticket papers on my mind
I'm short climbin', steadily shinin'
Watchin' Ringfield dolled up with diamonds
Yellow hose minin', bumper kit reclinin'
I'm the first nigga to put the funk up on your mindin'
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Procrastinate but you can hate the PA to the T
I got the heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Bending big corners in my 320
I'm sittin' low to the ground plus I'm Marvin on 20s
Young up in the game and got a pocket full of money
So much jealousy and envy plus these haters perpetratin' me
They fall to the wayside while the strong niggas make it
I'm gon' stay up on my game, get the paper up for fame
It's all up in the game, no I'm talkin' bout main
Cause real gon' be real and fake gon' be fake
But I'm gon' kick back and let them boys play or hate
Tryin' to talk down on the real G from the hood
I hold the damn wood and keep the point up understood
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Player hatin' niggas can't fuck with me
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Player hatin' niggas can't fuck with me
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Player hatin' niggas can't fuck with me
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Player hatin' niggas can't fuck with me
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
D .A. representative and full time S .U. to the C
Who it be? A paper made G from that end
Who's sayin' quick and wait to get out and get in this game
I gots to get with it, I'm holdin' my nuts and ridin'
Them bugglin' niggas just can't get with it
Let my top down on a Sunday
Drug deals and homicides occurrin' on that Monday
It's a one -way ticket down this lane to slammin' doors
Pimpin' hoes, wearin' creased clothes and ridin' blaze on low
For life, we together, man, paper gotta get better, man
G finna get with this thing, ain't no more slingin' canes
No piece on my neck, don't try to neglect
While I'm draped in Armani and I'm sippin' Moet
I live the life of the mob, too smart to rob
Ain't no sleepin' on the job when I tilt my dog
Cause the subject is paper, and I'm on that chase
Lack luster, silly busters, ain't no time to waste
Erase your thoughts while I make my disclosure
Too calm, got in my palm, can't lose my composure
I'm like Gotti, Rose Maserati
Those who don't know better ask somebody
Smoke beside you to the toes
And every player knows that sometimes best friends transform into your worst foes
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Player, hey niggas, game fuck with me
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Player, hey niggas, game fuck with me
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Player, hey niggas, game fuck with me
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Player hey niggas, game fuck with me
