Hustlers Don’t Die (Pt. 5)

[Intro]
S-West shit
Know what I'm sayin', S?
Ay

[Verse]
Four racks on the Farfetch, but on the daily it’s Trapstar marbet
Few bills on a training track suit, looking like a footballer who ain't start yet
Bro just got the white ash, you gotta roll back ways when you spark that
Brings grams to the venue so we gotta face outwards when we park that
Rolling with my young mooly, scraped off the wap, it ain't even a day old (New one)
You know that hustlers don't die, and if they go jail then they still on the payroll (Still)
Hash browns with the egg rolls, little bit of onions, hold on the mayo (Pause)
Small sauce, no hashtag, Juvie get the cash, Chi-Chi get the yayo
And in my city I'm an emperor, capo di tutti, head of a legion
Top dragon in my dungeon, if they ain't bending the knee then it's treason (Now what you saying, Youngs)
I brought spice to the GB, 'fore I came round they have no season (Tasteless)
I gave cause to the rebels, 'fore I came round they ain't have no reasons (Brainless)
I was Mowgli in the jungle, then I woke up one day and I was Tarzan
Out with the bats on the dark one, caught man with a dagger and he sent man Arkham (Thameside)
Looking at my cells to the gardens, niggas in my air just talking jargon (Rubbish)
On my way to health care with a sharp one, while I was on the phone to a girl trying to clart one (Wasteman)
Stepped out in my Reeboks had to do the Yeezy and Jordan restock (Fresh)
D-boy with a D-block, back then when wheel had three shots
Grew locs like a lion, fought all the bears, came back with my feet hot
All the shit that I done for my people, trust when I go there I sing from the treetop (Now what you saying, Youngs)
Boy king the renaissance, tryna leave an empire like the Mayans
Thirty-thousand feet in the sky with trees on the plane and I got my shades on (Did that)
New flow, but the same song (Trust me)
DIY, get our paint on
I ain't right and I ain't wrong
It makes sense if you know where I came from