Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Fuck what a **** say and how a hoe feel
To be real, I made more scrill with no deal
To be real, I made more scrill off blow deals
Sippin' on Dom and Ace when they had more chill
I been gettin' cash, been flippin' grams
Been had a bag, boy, you been broke, you been had a cast
Benz with the tag, offset rims sittin' stacked
Kids point and brag, every time they see me pass
How I emerge from the trenches
Now the watch cost a whole bird on you bitches
**** think we equal, man the nerve of you ****
I'm sure you heard of me before I heard of you ****
Purpin' ass ****
I took nothin' to make somethin', gotta respect that
This mothafuckin' game owe me, time to go collect that
Lost a lil' work in the mail, but I ain't sweat that
Just minor setbacks, I know the game so I expect that
[Verse 2]
**** sittin' round broke, lettin' time pass
Before that I break a O, down to dime bags
The first step to gettin' money is just get up off your ass
Get your own lane, find the gas, then you mash
Lame **** throwin' shots, ignore the shit and laugh
Ball on they broke ass that's how you hurt 'em back
Bosses press buttons, just sit back, no chit chat
No who did that, no back and forth, you just get clapped
[Verse 3]
Bitches see the coupe and ask me can they come get kidnapped
One night, and you won't get this bitch back, that shit facts
Two toned Rollie on 'cause the chains mix-matched
Game full of goofy shit, I'm 'bout to bring this shit back
Boy, I had to rescues my whole family with a half track
Told 'em we ain't strugglin' no more, period, that's that
I turned my granny house into a spot, Lord, forgive me
Had her house full of narcotics, cash, and semi's
RIP my brother RJ, I know he with me
He the reason why all them cases and bullets miss me
Sippin' on Louis XIII, this ain't no Remy
In the Hellcat with sift, this ain't a Hemi
[Verse 4]
Drug family, I'm a wise guy
You internet **** ain't connected, you need WiFi
Me and Neph somewhere outta town sippin' Mai Tai's
Detroit **** with some California mob ties
Where I'm from lil' kids is killers, daddies is dealers
Most **** is fake, shit, some hoes be realer
Discover lactose and heroin, so my clothes chinchilla
I'm on the grind everyday 'cause the grind is get her
A couple M's, yeah, it gotta be a win
Top down on the coupe, hair blowin' in the wind
I'm just tryna make more, way more than I can spend
First rule when pushin' forward, don't you look back again
[Verse 5]
My past full of scales and O's
Now it's sales from shows
I bounced back from them L's, I rose
Two diamonds chains on, on white one, rose
Can tell I don't like pictures when I strike my pose
I'm from a different cloth
All these fake killers, man you **** soft
I know exactly who I am, you **** lost
I can pawn a chain, and get a brick of soft and get a loft
The only way I'm splittin' profit with you, if we split the cost
[Verse 6]
A lot of these **** remarks, sound like how bitches talk
Always got they hand out, and wanna know my cash route
Wanna know what this cost, and how much did I pay for it
If you ain't got tough skin, success, you ain't made for it
Cats wanna know if we real, I gotta find it out
I can't help I happen to be, what **** lyin' 'bout
When you fuck with me, just know you fuckin' with the D
Payroll the one to one, but this is Hustle Muzik 3
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