Hustler's State of Mind

Wake up
Wash my face and my grill
Time to get my cake up
Nuff for 7 course meals
Woke up from having dreams
Of plenty zeros and Ms
I Need a cash river stream
Oh shit I think I can swim

Me and some crooks
Rendezvous bacc at the bando
Just Don't front em mo of that shit than his ass can handle
Checc if he smoke what he pitch
He gon get lit like a candle
Ain't shit bout candle sticc, run them chips
Fo' his head get dismantled

Yea yea let's get down to the business

Subtract a snitch
Houdini witness
Raccs gon flip
If we keep gettin it
Magic sticc
If yo bitch with it
Them Chop Stix
Hold mo than pistols
Wipe his nose
Ain't talking tissue
Pack them holes
With towels
Bleeding out
Since It didn't miss you

(How can I not get shot)

Just don't miss me with my gwop
Paranoid since you owe a lot
Said you was a getting dough a lot
Don't make me just kicc door ya spot
Just to see how much dough ya got
Help me get this chip up off my shoulder
Duffel I'm holding now

Business meetings
Green paper greetings
Salute the Shooter
Choppa with the titties like it got a job at hooters
Didn't wake up today
Thinking I'd have to shoot ya
That's how it be dealing with clowns
SHoota Treatem like bloopers

Mula on mind
Cuban chains On my wrist and necc
Salute the grind
No talking down with the disrespect
I SHoot the nine
Chunk Hoover signs
By true design
Bet ima shine Or I'm dying
Yall keep thinking I'm lying

From shooting cars
To legally shooting for the stars
Didn't have car
Hustler at heart
Progression far
Bussin that dart
Strained arch
My plantar
Rhymes and my art
Thankful they lookin
At maaars with awe

I did dirt
Thankful petitions
Expunged the charge
learned lessons
Channeled aggression
The way was hard

But the pain was worth it
You feel the words in my verses
Escaped the fate of lying in hearses
To working round nurses



Credits
Writer(s): Cedric Reid
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