Felony Favors

Jumped off the porch
Dove in the trap wit just my wits
Moving dimes and nicks
Common sense little arithmetic
Add and subject kept it 100
Never penny pinched
Good work sell it self
I ain't gotta do shit
Clientele got me thinking
About opening another strip
Money coming in entertaining Thoughts of copping bricks
Put me on a block in drought
I'm a make it drench
Grave yard shift in the hood
You'll get a spidey sense
Serve'em rite off the raw
8 ball after 8 ball
Face like a coupon in the hood
That's how the feins know
Got my grind on upper echelon
Now watch me take off
Land in vacation ain't got time for Your hating
Close ya eyes in the city and wake up in Jamaica
Keep ya mind on ya paper
Take it straight up with no chaser
Now
When the hate up in the air
Mann you gotta smell it
Earning too much money in they face Will make them people jealous
My pockets got the black eyes and Them things swelling
Da plug love me order 5
And she sent 11
Happy hustle anniversary them Things are presents
She think she slick she know Im rite Back in a few seconds
When I talk you should listen
Feel a hustlers essence
When opportunity knock take it Don't second guess it
Im blowing gas in the air
As I count mine
I'm so fried
I left them bands in sun visor

Juicy juicy bagging up them 58's
Rewinding that purple tape
Juicy juicy bagging up them 58's
Rewinding that purple tape
Who said the street don't show love
Did a felony favor for all my day 1's
Like get rid of that work the same Day that it come
Or give it to you for the same price
I got it for not a dollar more
Juicy juicy
Rewinding that purple tape
Bagging up them 58's
Juicy juicy rewinding that purple tape
Bagging up them 58's
Who said the street don't show love Did a felony favor for all my day 1's
Like get rid of that work the same Day that it come
Or give it to you for the same price
I got it for not a dollar more

A boss speaks briefly
Big business weekly
Lil pesos you talking
Me sorry me speak no engli
Hustle and flow is in me
Breathing exhaling benjeez
The blood in me counting dollars Block pitching them penny's
Dominicans kind of friendly
Calling them bricks minis
The minis come by the minis
I'm out here until I'm empty
You hear me I gotta get it
Not a cook I'm a chemist
Put water over the fire
Add oils it's all physics
My grind be all on magician
Concealing and flying pigeons
Plus I'm a trap star every city
Get a appearance
Winter time avalanche
Summer time I cause a blizzard
Some niggas can't get right
That's life they better get wit it
It's Indians and Chiefs
Bosses and then there's workers
Everybody's getting money
Where the fuck are all the smokers
Ya grind be on hemi
Cuz mine be on Testarossa
Work disappear up in your face Kaiser Sosa

Juicy juicy bagging up them 58's
Rewinding that purple tape
Juicy juicy bagging up them 58's
Rewinding that purple tape
Who said the street don't show love
Did a felony favor for all my day 1's
Like get rid of that work the same day that it come
Or give it to you for the same price I got it for not a dollar more
Juicy juicy



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Writer(s): Richard Fisher
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