(feat. Animal, Trav) I'm a hustler, not by choice [x1] [AZ] I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bail It's like Attica '67 when they, closed the jail Be careful, but promote yo'selves that's what they told me Involved but unconcerned fuck beef when it dissolve it does not return I don't leave, stagnate nor move off-beat So discrete very rarely do I move on feet I rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets I blacks out never blind by the size of the image No disguise, homocide don't rely forensic Homes's finished, scrambling caught in the scrimmage 12 shells ricocheting and it pours from the hemorrhage Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for moving backwards New York's number one draft pick I'm a hustler, not by choice [x4] [Trav] All this nigga know is, get money burn a lot of smokes Lazy niggas was sleeping, I was wide awoke Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke When it's time to sleep with the fishes I supply the boat And I swear it hurts, I supply the coke 'Cuz don't nothing scare me worse than dying broke Iron poking on my ribs while I'm laying in a Taurus I live this shit y'all just performers, it's a dirty game I seen thugs turn informers, crooked cops run in the crib, no warrants Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge, Got a female lawyer and she fucking the judge I was once told, that you reap what you sow And a, the scent of weed always seep in your clothes And a, it's Quiet Money so we speaking in codes Like, why should I trust ya?, nigga, I'm a hustler I'm a hustler, not by choice [x4] [Animal] Unh, Yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just nice Like a ginszu blade nigga, he just slice And get y'all out the game, dog, it's not long Anybody can spit, faggot, but can you make a hot song? You're not wrong, like Biggie said you're dead wrong Need to get your flow tight, gotta get your head strong Watch us, the way we floss up in coat lockers Walk right past security, flippin' poppers Like what? who the fuck gon' stop us? Y'all wait until the summer, when this fucking album drop us I know y'all hate it, because y'all flows outdated You finished as an artist and I finally made it But I paid my dues, in this game patiently waited Niggas ain't gimme shit, I had to take it It's A dot, all year 'round I stay hot Nigga I play not, ride thru you're block in that grey drop They call me headhunter, the head is all I aim for The top spot nigga, what you think I came for? These words touch you, cut you open like a chainsaw And now you're your man is like, what y'all said his name for? Fucking hustler, motherfucking Animal I'm a hustler, not by choice [x5] I'm a hustler I'm a hustler
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