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Comin' up out the street

Bitch, I'm comin' up out the curb

Back on my shit, I been murderin' these verses

Bitches comin' up to me, what's poppin', lil' G?

Give a fuck about the rumors and what enemies gon' think

South side on mine, fuck it up, then I leave

Find out where you live at, we fuck around and go deep

Now look at me, I'm livin' in a mansion

Started from the bottom, sleepin' on a dirty mattress

Black bandana on, got my own fashion

'47 beanie with the black Supreme jacket

Back on Tweety Boulevard where the shit happened

I don't really know, but fuckin' hoes was a habit

Mobbin' through Atlantic

Who the fuck wants static?

Murder all the time, murder all the time

Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind

Murder all the time, murder all the time

Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind

A hundred pounds of weed, I was gettin' it from the Bay

They can't tell me shit, I took a risk and got paid

The streets got flooded, gotta keep it one hundred

Fuck it up, then I'm thuggin', don't hesitate when you bustin'

I really miss my dawg, Will, with me in the streets

Remember when I picked up about a quarter P

Shout-out to my solid lil' soldiers in Chicago

We speak the same language when we in the gang module

All my dawgs in Compton, throw it up

All my Gs in South Central, throw it up

All my dawgs in Lynnwood, throw it up

South side, motherfucker, yeah, we blowin' up

Murder all the time, murder all the time

Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind

Murder all the time, murder all the time

Hustle on my mind, hustle on my mind

It's '47 in this bitch

Murder on my mind, murder on my mind