Bloodline

The streets make the hustlers

Hustlers make the world go 'round

The world is made of keys, ounces, and pounds

They keys, ounces, and pounds is made from hustlers

See how shit come back 'round for ya?

Gotta cop it, chop it, and cook it

See how shit come back brown for ya?

Gotta cake in the oven, I watch it bubble

You can knock on my door, but you can't knock the hustle

But it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen

And my Jake but I, put more D on me

Lil' Weezy, we gon' eat, that's how it is

Got insurance on the flow, man, I'm that positive

And I'm shaggy in a saggy lens

Me and my squad in a paddy wagon tally Benz

And you know I put the Mags on that

Forty-five Mag with a flash on that

Who want it?

Everybody sing along

Now I'm a ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline

And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline

I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline

I bleed concrete (I hear that)

People, now I'm a ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline

And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline

I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline

I bleed concrete (I hear that)

And when I move, I move out with the raw

I move out with the squad

Tools out when we ride, we so mob

I throw lives and loaf to live

For my loaf of bread, the people's player

I did what the coaches said

And I live by the cosa nostra said

Fuck around, I knock your shoulder from your head

Get it right, I'm a soldier till I'm dead

This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled

I'm pumping O's with lots of hay

I'm so high, and really, I don't even know why

But, oh, I just go buy a whole house

And lay my mat down, lay her back down

But I never put my MAC down

You see the thug in me

You know Weezy, he the young son of Bubba B

Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B

If you want it, then come to me

I'm right here

Now I'm a ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline

And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline

I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline

I bleed concrete (I hear that)

People, now I'm a ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline

And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline

I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline

I bleed concrete (I hear that)

I'm G'd up

Only follow the code of the streets

Live bad to die good

Know how to move when

Hustling by the day with no food

But just so I can eat, and ain't it a bitch?

And if you see me gettin' fat, I'm probably gettin' rich

And you probably can come see me for some crack

Before six, and after that it's all bricks

My fate and my palm is wrapped around this eighth

And my arm 'cause the dirty side is straight Vietnam

I skate with the bomb

I'm asking you don't play with me at all

Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all

It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoe prints

'Cause I did and I do shit that's better than new shit

Fifth with two clips, the kid is a nuisance

Oh, man, he's inspired by his own gangster music

And the Blueprint

Cruisin' through the stoop with the ooh lit

Like, ooh, shit, this is more than weed

It's 500 degrees

Now I'm a ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline

And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline

I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline

I bleed concrete (I hear that)

People, now I'm a ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline

And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline

I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline

I bleed concrete (I hear that)