Soul Of A Hustler by Sunny
Soul Of A Hustler by Sunny

Soul Of A Hustler

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Soul Of A Hustler by Sunny

Performed by
Sunny
Produced by
Chad West
Writed by

Soul Of A Hustler Lyrics

I'm on tha corner were the remy pour
Crack flowin in dimes
Goons patiently waitin
In cuts to crack nines
Playin em like curtains when it's que
It's showtime action takin your shine
You shook with a look like
Nigga whats on your mind
No questions all he knoe now
What's yours is mine
That 44 blast could make a victim go blind
The next flash you meet the maker of all kind
His humble drove him dead he thinks its all fine
Show us more choices put your ear to the streets
And hear the devilish voices tellin you how to eat
Drivin you insane forcin you in the lane
When its nothin to lose its all to gain
And your family ties got you growin pains
Just when its all good its fuck it here we go again
Black out in the bucket tuckin on the ratches
Goin out like crispus atticus screamin fuck it
Ready to make a move cock back and buck it
See him slippin know he trippin hear him bitchin
And his mind you should see the way that he livin
Things he vision crazy on the moves he sought out
He told us man you gotta walk my route
His man no longer poured jukes on him
Cuz hes so shook of him he might go crook on him
You should see the ill type of look on him
And the type of htings he think god took from him
Like his pops and his moms sold the crack
Like im hustlin now when I can't look back
You see that lex right there I should jack that
Dam that mac id love to pack that
In middle school they thought I was a sucker
Copped that nine freshman year high school I'm tougher
Under the leather ready to move doin whatever
Posted on dale with that yay to sale
Told my man if I get locked you better get me out on bail
Turn me a life a livin hell
He looked at me like dam you lost it
Yup you got dam right bam I tossed it
All the marbles all the techs outa the cars
Told my man go soft or go hard
Make that move cook that coke hard like lard
Move that pork upstate new york
Did it and done it locked down blocks demanded to run it
I told you dudes my names sun and I'm here to son it
Woo I make a man I got soldiers out on douja missions
Wake up and smell the folgers niggas
With the dro the eggs mixed in with the cheese
The grits with the butter understand its word to mother
Goddam now I got my hands on a whole nother change
Im tryin to focus to some more other things
They told me my talent was good that could get me dough
I said you crazy you see them fiends right there
Yup that partner spent that green right here
Hit that glass that pipe and leaned right there
The next day they askin could they get it on credit
You dead it and not even because big said it
I already knew it I already been thru it
I told em if the game do me dirty
I ain't gonna sue it I'm gonna pursue it
Pocket tryin to put two in em
One in the calve one in the ass bout to ruin em
Goddam nigga says son you trippin
Goddam nigga at home moms is bitchin
Tellin me I gotta pay to eat breakfast inside of her kitchin
Do you know what thats like at 18 livin
Man you crazy my brain is sickened dam near hurled
Fuck a girl fuck a bitch fuck a club fuck a dub patrol fuck a bottle of bub
Id rather grind in the cut late night with some drugs
I had to pass out free bs to coasties
Lost on my first pack to get em to trust me
Now I gotta spot for days a musty
22 up under the pillow dirty and rusty
Waitin for the jakes to kick in the door and cuff me
You know what over the fence out on the roof
Gone in the wind im back again
Got money I can relax again
But I blew too much this weekend on south beach
Throwin my dick in the mouth of some freaks
Trickin my bed back to the brick up under the bread
Back to the stress bullshit fillin my head
Dam im dam near bout to go all out
Told my man pour out the salt dawg
See me body beat tonight and body hauled off
You had plans for five years now they called off
All because my pockets hurtin life get worse
God even said its copelesss
Heard the bullets comin farther hes bout to murk me
Id looked up from my body the lord ain't help me
They say you dont see god until you fall to your knees
Your daughters life is hard I seen that park
But I got right back on my own two
Turn to the same bullshit that I used to

Soul Of A Hustler Q&A

Who produced Soul Of A Hustler's ?

Soul Of A Hustler was produced by Chad West.

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