Hustlahz

Headphones in my ears, the vibes is kicking in
The music is talking loudly and I'm just listening
Analyse the future, try and envision it
The life I'm living
Want an apartment for a wife and children
Imagine a database that's full of clients, Benjamins
Mandelas, dead presidents, see the eye on the pyramid?
My only option is music, this time I'm serious
I imprison you with bars when I write these sentences
Truly original, you'll never find resemblence
To anything that's been done before my time, period
Now it's my time, you witness my shine just glittering
Bright, no dimming it, hard to find this element
Elongating the pattern you guys just rhyme a little bit
Only reason I'm in this is to be the finest lyricist
Those living in poverty can die on riches kid
And the mighty and wealthy could fall down remember this

I want that Golf, I want that Polo, Hold up
I want that Toyota, so I can join the Uber business, driven to get the dough cuz
Ayo I want that cutie, with that fly booty, Hold up
I want that beautiful woman sitting by the corner not saying shit coz I don't fuck with hoes son

This is for the hustlers, hustlers
This is for the G's, for the Gs
This one ain't for the customers
For the customers, Nah
But hustlers like me, like me

Why all you little Motherfuckers trying to rap
Never sold drugs your whole life but you're dying to trap
Leave it to the professionals, my eyes on the plaques
When writing these tracks it's bigger than the whites and the blacks
Enlightening facts, keys that are unlocking the mental
Doors to hidden chambers of your inner pineal gland
It's alchemy black, the region where the science is at
Time travel to the beginning, what you'll find in Khemet
A spiritual venacular spoken in minds that connect
Beyond chemical bonds perceived to be inside of the head
I'm a ghost, so when you see me rhyme in events
It's the spirit of the Grim Reaper with a mic in his hand
Rhyme with a black label in palm, grimey and ashy
But clean up good, your little mommy I swept her off her feet, frozen while analysing her back
Go ahead baby boo I got my eye on that ass, ayo

I want that Golf, I want that Polo, Hold up
I want that Toyota, so I can join the Uber business, driven to get the dough cuz
Ayo I want that cutie, with that fly booty, Hold up
I want that beautiful woman sitting by the corner not saying shit coz I don't with hoes son

This is for the hustlers hustlers
This is for the G's
This one ain't for the customers, for the customers, Nah
But hustlers like me, like me