Hustlin’

[Intro]
Ayo, I'll be back. I really gotta take a shit

[Verse 1: Dienasty the Mexican Thuggalo]
Now, before I take a turd
You, I'ma murder a verse (What?)
I like up all these kidders and we ready to work
They got us digging in they valleys, putting rappers in dirt (Haha)
I try to stay humble homie but they testing my nerves
I go hard in the paint, I said hard like a tank
Beat straight gold like bars in the bank
Call me John Wick, baby, Boogie Man on the brink
Rolling weed so sticky, oh god, and it stink
I'm a H-U-S-T-L-E-R hustler
Thuggalo, wicked clown, texting on my cellular
Make My Motherfucking Day every time I sell a verse
Money makes me salivate, I get it on the regular (Yes)
Threat to all, I flip and stack my chips
Buy a yacht, fuck that, get a pirate ship (Yar!)
Sail seas, get Gs, smoke tons of weed
With the homies getting dirty repping LSP

[Chorus: Dienasty the Mexican Thuggalo]
Hustlin' we underground hustlin'
Underground hustlin' we underground
Hu-hustlers, customers, serve 'em up
With your verse

[Verse 2: Insane Poetry & SCUM]
We underground hustlers, crushing 'em with our snuff music
We got our own lane, never changed and stuck to it
Triple M-F-D, the sum of all your fears
On the grind constantly, blood, sweat, fuck tears
Twenty years in this game like we be doing time for murder
Underground is a prison, risen high, you might've heard of
Of this movement we created repping an axe and a circle saw
Often hated, underrated, but respected like the law
Get dissected with a saw, we're the gods of all this Gorehop
Motherfuck you frauds, you'll get cooked like some porkchops
Touring coast-to-coast, early birds, we're the first to rise
Everywhere you go you see someone wearing our merchandise
We take a shit on motherfuckers holding us back like grades in school
Raise the bar, amazed how far we've came by breaking every rule
In this book of proper conduct, wipe my ass with a page they wrote
Much respect to the ones that's grinding, finding a way to stay afloat
Salute

[Chorus: Dienasty the Mexican Thuggalo]
Hustlin' we underground hustlin'
Underground hustlin' we underground
Hu-hustlers, customers, serve 'em up
With your verse

[Verse 3: Keagan Grimm]
I ain’t even gotta try anymore
A monster is created in the fire and the forge
I’m atop of the obelisk, I've been summoning thunder
I got the underground buzzing from all the flies on its corpse
Wear the Horns of the suffering, a veteran of blood
I was born as a hustler and never get enough
And I'm dominating any kind of competition ever
Anybody try to see me on my level never measure up
I have arrived from the hole where they buried me
Eyes on the prize and a soul full of centipedes
Irish Goliath, The Coltrane of heresy
Mixing up a highball of cocaine and kerosene
I ain't evil, I ain't even got a soul
I sold it to the devil when I met him on the road
I be the last man standing, I'm backed by phantoms
And I don't even need 'em, I got demons on my own

[Chorus: Dienasty the Mexican Thuggalo]
Hustlin' we underground hustlin'
Underground hustlin' we underground
Hu-hustlers, customers, serve 'em up
With your verse