[Intro] Yeah I need you.. I need you hate hate, so I can use you for your energy, ya know? Real shit, feel this [Verse 1] America got a thing for this Gangsta shit, they love me Black tuckers, black scully, leather pelle pelle I take spit over Ramous shit, Im'a vandal Got that silver duct tape on my Tre-8 handle The women in my life, bring confusion n shit So like Nino with New Jack, I holla cancel that bitch Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze I build an empire on the low the Narks dont know Im the weather man, I take that Coco leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch me turn that dough Watch it go, out the do' O after O, ya know? Homie, Im just triple beam, dreamin Niggas be schemin' I finna live that good life, the fiends are just fiendin' Conceal my weapon nice n neat, ya just cant see The Penintentary is definatly out the question for me [Chorus x 1] I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle Nigga you get in my way while Im tryna get mine, and Ill bump you I dont care who you run with or where you from, Nigga fuck you I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle [Verse 2] Yeah I dont know shit about Gymnastics I somersault bricks Black talons start flyin', when a nigga flip I cook crack in the Microwave, niggas cant fuck with me man My Co-dees call me "Chef Boy R 50" Check my logic, smokers dont like seeds in their weed, shit Send me them seeds, I grow em what they need They aint Chia-pet plants in a crib thats chronic And Im sellin them for 500 a pop, godamnit I sell anything, Im'a hustler I know how to grind Step on grapes, put it in water and tell ya its wine If you analyze me, what you will find Is the DNA of a crook and what goes on in my mind Its contageous, hypnotic, it sounds melodic If rap was the block or a spot I'd be that Pope and Prada Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key And you can locate me wherever that dough be Gettin money man.. [Chorus x 1] I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle Nigga you get in my way while Im tryna get mine, and Ill bump you I dont care who you run with or where you from, Nigga fuck you I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle [Verse 3] Its a Hustlers Ambition, close ya eyes listen, see my vision Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin The drama means nuttin, its part of the game Catch me in the Coupe switchin lanes, or in the Jeweler switchin chains I upgrade from 30BS, to clean VS, rocks that I cop from proceeds from the spot I got the energy to win, Im full of adrenaline Play the curve n get nautios, watch when the spinners spin I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state Now I can invite yo ass down to my estate Them hollow tips bent me up, but Im back n shit Pour Crystal in the blender, make a protein shake Im like the East Coast number one playboy B Huge Heff will tell ya he aint got shit on me The FEDS watch me, icey they cant stop me Racist, pointin at me look a nigga racchi Hello! [Chorus x 1] I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle Nigga you get in my way while Im tryna get mine, and Ill bump you I dont care who you run with or where you from, Nigga fuck you I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle
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