B Level Hustler

I got a beat up Benz and some counterfeit tens 

And a sack in the back of the car

You can’t put ‘em in the bank but if you’re buying a drink 

They’ll work in a low lit bar

I’m getting a scotch, I’m making it neat. 

I’m working it hard, but getting it free

A little three card money and a pigeon droppin Johnny

Spit it up and call it a week

I’m just a B level hustler. 

I’ll always be one step ahead of the game. 

B level hustler, and only me and my momma knows my name

A lawyer’s just a play on words and a banker’s just a house in the burbs

I’d rather throw the dice then be a 9 to 5 shit shoveler

So I’m a B level hustler

There’s dollars and rents, percentage and cents,

a green bag clams and a bone

And if I give you fifty and you pay me back sixty

That’s better than a payday loan

I’m knocking on windows, I’m knocking on wood

Getting is giving, the giving is good

Then I slip a few tens to some family and friends like a hoodrat Robin Hood

I’m just a B level hustler

I’ll always be one step ahead of the game

B level hustler, and only me and my momma knows my name

A lawyer’s just a play on words and a banker’s just a house in the burbs

I’d rather throw the dice then be a 9 to 5 shit shoveler. 

So I’m a B level hustler.

I’m just a B level hustler

I’ll always be one step ahead of the game

B level hustler, and only me and my momma knows my name. 

A lawyer’s just a play on words and a banker’s just a house in the burbs

I’d rather throw the dice then be a 9 to 5 shit shoveler

So I’m a B level hustler