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Ok, hustle for a lot of cream, hustle for the college green Hustle cause I got a team, hustle with the steel, this nigga real Fuck a pot of dreams, chubby niggas mad I’m in my bag like it’s Halloween Now I’m hitting bad bitches, by the bean, by the bean Knees on the pillow, mouth open like she gotta scream I ain’t scared of shit home, nothing nigga, not a thing Biggie to my fucking hood, tony to a lot of fiends That mean a nigga off the rick the home, check the chart Set the mark, chubby did it, real rap, respect the art If niggas let me in the lead, then I inspect the start yeah Used to slay out in the open till I met the narx Till this day I slang bro, make money my aim bro If I hit then my fam hit, shit look just like bang bro I’m sick and I’m bout to spit, yeah I’m bout that shit Better ask my click You niggas gonn see when a nigga get on And a nigga gonn eat, better ask my bitch And I like no really though, this my city boy Run through it like diddy boy, put stain I’m too flame My 2 chains like chitty boy Hustle hard on my grizzy boy, Sell rap like biggy boy, fly shit so these hoses on my tip like iggy boy Money gonn bring them ratchets out, Strip club at this ratchet house, free kush plus free drinks My goony niggas gonna pack it out, punches on me like paki out Shafts swag my jacket out, got one bitch that got one bitch I make the point and they acted out. From Letras Mania