Born Hustler Lyrics

How much you made today you sold a bag I sold a couple of em

I'm just tryna ball stay down and stunt when the summer come

Watch my niggas crash shots fired we lost another one

He should be in the league go to the school I'm talking one and done

Always first I cant be second second you ain't done enough

Second place don't mean shit that mean you just a runner up

I never hate I let them niggas shine if they in front of us

I don't feel safe around the feds unless my gun is tucked

Cougar old as fuck she fell in love I'm tryna fuck

She hate when I nut but for that bread I'm in a rush

Nigga think again you thinking bout you touching us

Thats like playing Russian roulette with a loaded gun

Going through the pain I break it down and then I roll it up

Inhale all my stress release it in the wind I know its rough

Ima buy the gang chains we shining thats how you know its us

We hustlers first and gangstas when we gotta be I don't know who to trust

I been moving tough

Flew from the trap right to the brunch I guess I'm moving up

Conversations with Chance The Rapper they can't move like us

50,000 inside my closet I might throw it up but then you would know my moves

And I ain't got shit to prove

Where I'm from everybody cool don't watch the news

Murder Mayhem posting everyday nigga don't snooze

They'll take you out your groove

Thats why I'm in this benz and this benz be on cruise nigga

Most rappers die in their own city

Thats a fact

And uhh you know you have haters who

Who was in school with you and they mad because they was on they was in that 3rd grade class with you

But they don't have the same hustle as you

You know they hate you for no reason

They hate you for, they hate you for your success

Nigga don't hate me hate the game

It ain't my fault your bitch left for a boss and you a lame

Y'all bussing out them AP's we gon buy them bitches plain

I can show you what that cash bout

Get them bags in and get em out we took the fast route

He ain't got what I got we got gas to make you pass out

I just whipped my cash out your bitch gon poke her ass out

I can't go back to pissy lil Sam when I got laughed out

Barely shit to eat inside my house I'm bouta spazz out

We just run it up stay down they can't run with us

Think you running up you dumb as fuck man try your luck

Ima get my mom off that D8 to a Bently truck

And put my father on his feet even though he ain't think of us

I could get deeper into the trap but I ain't gon push my luck

At 10 I lost a friend to homicides what the fuck

Thats probably the reason I was in school and I was acting up

Thats why I'm paranoid to this day this 9 will back em up

Grinding for a rollie in the hood cus thats a trophy

Lost so many of my brothers feeling like I'm Stony

OG said silence is golden thats what he told me

With a 20 something in the clip and drop it like Ginobili