Hustler’s Life

[Hook]
Let me tell you bout a hustler's life, what a hustler's like
The queen's face is a hustler's wife
Stack your cream mate and keep your hustling tight
Through the struggle and strife, all the trouble and high

[Verse 1]
I've gotta keep going cause I've got a hunger for more
When my album's done I bet I'll do numbers for sure
My bruddas keep their mash dashed neat under the floor
I'm the one on the block giving youngers the raw
Sit 'em down, get 'em schooled up, keep your tool tuckеd
Just because we wеnt school fam, we ain't cool fuck
You ain't on this ting how I'm on this ting
You see my pinky? Bitches be on this ring
And you ain't ever been pitching on the block like me
Or creeped up in the kitchen in the spot like me
Phone blinging, getting rid of dots like me
No you're not like me, you can't pop like me
My scales full of dust cause you know that I weigh yay
Fuck waiting for payday, I ain't on the lay lay
Licking out the work and believe me it's grade A
I'm a fly boy, you always see me in A.J

[Hook]
Let me tell you bout a hustler's life, what a hustler's like
The queen's face is a hustler's wife
Stack your cream high and keep the hustling tight
Through the struggle and strife, all the trouble and high

[Verse 2]
Look fam I'm spitting real, you know the flipping deal
I still flip and deal, I don't need a flipping deal
My bruddas gripping steel cah they're hungry, been missing meals
Yeah I've got grands but I'm missing mills
This that shit you feel, that shotta music
I done got stripes clown, I ain't gotta prove shit
Cause I'm mashing all night akh, I stay on the grizzle
Cats fiending as per usual, they stay on the chizzle
But I've gotta stay out of the pen
Fam I'm tryna stack for a big crib out of the ends
But I'm still in the streets prick, been through some deep shit
There's been times when I dashed food, times where I cheeksed it
I put the work in any type of slums, day till the night duns
When the birds chirping and the light comes
That's what it's like son, a hustler's life
On the block, you know I've got what the customers like

[Hook]
Let me tell you bout a hustler's life, what a hustler's like
The queen's face is a hustler's wife
Stack your cream mate and keep your hustling tight
Through the struggle and strife, all the trouble and high

[Verse 3]
Late nights, I've been rolling in the cab with my strap
Hitting up different boroughs with a bag full of wraps
Coming home half asleep with a bag full of stacks
I've got so many nits cause I've got a swag with the cats
Like tell me do you want that? Cause I've got that
Shot that, forty a pop, you should cop that
You might see me in a fast car zooming
Ask Haze, he'll tell you that my dock line's booming
No time for losing, I stay on my grizzle
And I just smoke fam, I ain't got no time for boozing
I'm the perfect example of a hustler
For a year, giving out samples to the customers
Just to pick my line up, shift my grind up
From dope to coke, had to switch my grind up
Jakes took my phone, had to switch my lines up
I'ma get paid as long as cats sniff my lines up

[Hook]
Let me tell you bout a hustler's life, what a hustler's like
The queen's face is a hustler's wife
Stack your cream high and keep the hustling tight
Through the struggle and strife, all the trouble and high