Verse 1
All they do is talk about a million sold
Platinum sales money and hoes
Hennessy and mo getting me bored
U really got to blow just to get u broads
Let it be said
Before I do u lord let me be dead
Make an ass out of yourself just to get u bread
It aint even like its going to get u fed or get u heard
Ur track is wack even u urself know it
So why u trying hard like it wasn’t u urself that showed it
I know life is a bitch that’s why I’m breeding lots of female dogs
Ur song should be in the recycle bin recycled rhymes email junk
Let it be known chat about my life all day in a way u don’t value ur own
I’m bad to the bone that produces red blood cells u can tell I’m back in d zone
Pass the patrone light up a blunt
I don’t give an F u can ride if u want
Take a lil msg to u rap number1
I’m Back– get the f**k out of my throne
so why wud I try to act fly
1st dey shit on us now they using us for ass wipe
The senate seating on our money while their cash pile
Read the fact file get it up and act wild
If war breaks out how u gonna chill in the house that u bought and be acting up
How u gonna live like a star driving them cars all up in the club and pop
Pop champagne what u gonna do if a tsunami hits—- cos u got money
after all said and done ur vanity upon vanity rich aint that a bitch
I’m racing in my sleep guess I’m chasing dreams
Ur best rapper spits fire I’m spitting laser beams
y’all want me out the game then I guess u win
But the same door out is the same door in
Chorus
I’ve seen the high I’ve seen the low
Paid my dues now I’m ready to go
Blood in my eyes that’s the hustlers code
Hustlers code
I stay fly can’t touch the ground
Come my way and I’d run u down
Like the champ I’mo run ur town
Run ur town run ur town
Verse 2
These people hand me their trust I can and i burst no canibus and I
aint the fan of the cops, wanna hand me cuffs I ran with the bus but
government got us all f**ked in the asshole
They like tadpoles in cashflow
With waves degrade d minimum wage, live us in rage living on
hope,living with the blood that the innocent paid
Is this how much ur soul cost
Is it all about the money and how much a fella floss
to me is just a game to me its just a spot
The only cost is winning and I know I got more beats than josh– hush
They calling me out I put em on hold
next phone call I’mo put It on a song
U tell me ur right I tell u I left I’m light yrs ahead u 10mins gone
I got clock set on Gods time
god flo god body God I got mine
Omg I got rhymes cot damn
How can i brag when my brothers are getting cutdown
Bokoharam bomb up how is it I can shine
When poverty is intense priority is crime
And these rappers got the guts talking they sick where from
I’m positive with God the negative is me in hell form
Better get the hell on, animalistic in this bi**ch with a baseball bat
and a hockey cap ready to smash on sloppy cats
Even when I’m rusty I go rocky on this punching bags
My old flow is dusty still it got knuckles that could brush u bad
Hands up 2 fingers double f**k u signs
pop a bottle to that I pop in a bullet with ur name and pop ur spine
Chorus
