The Hustle

Money on my mind I'm grinding for these problems
Solve em with the crime of killing all of my doubters
Running off with yo daughter
Hunnids all on the dash
My feelings all on my trousers
Damn I'm moving to fast
Money on my mind I'm grinding for these problems
Solve em with the crime of killing all of my doubters
Still bumping the carter
Cash been in my head
Since bread, weed, & water
Hustling till I'm dead

Life is short, drive fast, an leave a sexy corpse
I get the bag an pop the tags, cause i aint had a choice
I had these voices in my head, sound like Morgan Freeman
Told me i need to whip an Audi, Benz, or a Beamer
A true dreamer tracing ways to the afterlife
Born a slave to getting paid an a appetite
Pussy, money, weed alike, never the average type
Pull up looking slicker than ice, chilling rolling the dice
Every time i step on this mic, an give my words the sight
Aint no tellin what they'll show me
Even some dead friends can turn out phony
But still im watching over them my rims on Kobe
24s wit a new shorty, still the same ole story
Do what you gotta do for the glory



Credits
Writer(s): Antoine Magras Jr
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