Hustle Town

Hustle town, my city, man

Born and raised, baby

Yo, I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers

Raising men in the big city

I know it's hard

Let 'em know what's up, Filetto

I sell drugs with thugs

Hittin' licks off tricks

Workin' two jobs, a dope dealer and a pimp

Mom beggin' me to stop

Everyday, so scared for me to walk

Memory lane

But mom, don't worry

My tec protect well

I told ya one day this rap shit gon' sell

'Cause my heart been broke from the start, since the day my father died

When I was 7 in the park

So I wrote the book, how to pimp hoes and kick doors

And if I kill, well, that's just how that shit goes

Pull yo strap

What, am I supposed to sweat?

This the third time today I've come close to death

Hustle town, hustle town

The city of dreams

Where we creep through the hood, and we serve them dope fiends

Hustle town, this shit don't stop

Roll rental cars, and we keep the glock cocked

Hustle town

The city of dreams

Where we creep through the hood, and we serve them dope fiends

Hustle town, this shit don't stop

Roll rental cars, and we keep the glock cocked

Set 'em up, wet 'em up, etcetera

Tell your treasurer, empty the register

Shit's serious, I give your life a period

Well, here he is, it's the kid with experience

Don't start shit, mistake me for an artist

Flash in the dark, someone tell him where his heart is

Blue light, who died?

Tonight, maybe over two dice

Maybe 'cause he blew fry

On top of y'all with the Hillwood Mafia

Hard hittin' hustlers

Beat the drawls off of ya

Knowledge, why my shit be flawless

Dope House Records, step into my office

Hustle town, hustle town, the city of dreams

Where we creep through the hood, and we serve them dope fiends

Hustle town, this shit don't stop

Roll rental cars, and we keep the glock cocked

Hustle town, the city of dreams

Where we creep through the hood, and we serve them dope fiends

Hustle town, this shit don't stop

Roll rental cars, and we keep the glock cocked

It's ya boy, Lord Loco, know I'm talkin' 'bout?

Representing that H-town, my boy, SPM

And somebody said, a lot of frauds out there, y'know what I'm saying?

So what you think about these fraud-ass ****, Los?

You jackin' jaws, I'm packin' balls

Spark a spliff, I get more gifts than Santa Claus

With a cold forty ounce, and a sack of hay

Chug-a-lug for the thugs who done passed away

Mr. Masterful, Mr. Cool Mexican Maniac

Competition, you muthafuckas make me laugh

You's a bitch if you hatin' on my Houston hits

Fight Devils like you with a crucifix

Shoot the shit

With a shotty, shake ya body

Gun kung-fu mixed with AK karate, I'm sorry

But you the past like Atari, as I smoke like Marley

Stay brown like Charlie

Hustle town, hustle town, the city of dreams

Where we creep through the hood, and we serve them dope fiends

Hustle town, this shit don't stop

Roll rental cars, and we keep the glock cocked

Hustle town, the city of dreams

Where we creep through the hood, and we serve them dope fiends

Hustle town, this shit don't stop

Roll rental cars, and we keep the glock cocked