God of Hustle part 3
Copped bars like dragon balls
Thief king created to destroy them all
Filthy from the ground on up when I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready
While other rappers' masturbators
When I drop my shit it's like I put my dick in
Now watch the plot thicken
Nastiest my illness has no prescription
The type of shit that's new to you is my tradition
40k house million dollar mind no editing when you rap this fine
Out here to cop every hard bar I find
I really came in on a cyclone
I depict my memory onto the scrolls with my eyes closed
Natural high girl done made me curled my toes
I'm not even ever gonna get psycho about a ho
I walk a tightrope between insanity and sanity got a lot of mental vanity
It's about fluency rhyming ingenuity
I left the game with money
Ya'll left with courtroom immunity
I do this for my community
Hard to stay on course
Holding the double edged sword
I put numbers on the boards like never before
Release flight to my ankles Jordan 1984
Drop bars nobody ever heard before
All art no matter how grand still had to be interpreted through the painters hand
Trouble on my mind embedded into art so you don't repeat my plan
IRS can't catch me cuz I'm paranoid as shit
All I do is lose money as far as they concerned
Rubber bands and weight my federal reserve
Find my stash and that will be the last time you see my ass
I don't test nobody but never found a test I couldn't pass
Doubt my gangster and catch defense that hit harder than Lawrence Taylor
Good quality of life my dream so I get the money fuck how ya'll feel
Coughers calling me a rookie I can't believe the gall
Bitch I'm dirty please let's not get involved
I see no progress because of how I define success
Every day I ask myself should I try my luck on another day or should I blast myself
Should I put the gun away or should I strap myself
I look at my life and I got nothing left
I've been trapping so long that even my own mom think my mind is gone
This my real life everything self-evident but when you search my car you won't find no evidence
Take shit too far but when they rolled up on my residence found an empty house no need for relevance
Quarantine I did not spend
I do not got friends
But pizza man won't deliver
Too many folks on my residence
This Glock got no safety
Owners got no reservations
So don't make my impatient finger and this trigger make relations
If I need a surgery or dental I'll take a federal vacation
I float on these beats' transcendental
You'll think this a reincarnation
Bring a brick to me and I'll sell it no hesitation
I'm never suspicious
Quarter brick
Half a brick
Never stepped on my crack
Like I'm superstitious
Wanna get away from all this stress
I always wanted the best
I'm living my best
Let the past be the past if there's a problem it'll pass
I wont make the same mistake again ill sort it out fast
Ain't nothing I can't get over like I'm a land rover
Been beat up in front of my momma
My homies commissary made it to comma
Bitch and I'm losing my head
Free school lunch the last time I was helped by the feds
Trouble on my mind but I don't want to do time
99 problems but the same bitch still fuckin up my life
Like 12 failed open mics hopeless notes I write
Refocused till my flow got nice
Only taking one-way flights
I got 5 on the yayo
turn around burn his house down if I say so
We not the same yo
Get me round to much fine shit I forget how to act
Bitches with fat asses why I learned how to trap
Magnetism do the opposite of the cop's advice.
Thief king created to destroy them all
Filthy from the ground on up when I plan my attack
I doubt that you're ready
While other rappers' masturbators
When I drop my shit it's like I put my dick in
Now watch the plot thicken
Nastiest my illness has no prescription
The type of shit that's new to you is my tradition
40k house million dollar mind no editing when you rap this fine
Out here to cop every hard bar I find
I really came in on a cyclone
I depict my memory onto the scrolls with my eyes closed
Natural high girl done made me curled my toes
I'm not even ever gonna get psycho about a ho
I walk a tightrope between insanity and sanity got a lot of mental vanity
It's about fluency rhyming ingenuity
I left the game with money
Ya'll left with courtroom immunity
I do this for my community
Hard to stay on course
Holding the double edged sword
I put numbers on the boards like never before
Release flight to my ankles Jordan 1984
Drop bars nobody ever heard before
All art no matter how grand still had to be interpreted through the painters hand
Trouble on my mind embedded into art so you don't repeat my plan
IRS can't catch me cuz I'm paranoid as shit
All I do is lose money as far as they concerned
Rubber bands and weight my federal reserve
Find my stash and that will be the last time you see my ass
I don't test nobody but never found a test I couldn't pass
Doubt my gangster and catch defense that hit harder than Lawrence Taylor
Good quality of life my dream so I get the money fuck how ya'll feel
Coughers calling me a rookie I can't believe the gall
Bitch I'm dirty please let's not get involved
I see no progress because of how I define success
Every day I ask myself should I try my luck on another day or should I blast myself
Should I put the gun away or should I strap myself
I look at my life and I got nothing left
I've been trapping so long that even my own mom think my mind is gone
This my real life everything self-evident but when you search my car you won't find no evidence
Take shit too far but when they rolled up on my residence found an empty house no need for relevance
Quarantine I did not spend
I do not got friends
But pizza man won't deliver
Too many folks on my residence
This Glock got no safety
Owners got no reservations
So don't make my impatient finger and this trigger make relations
If I need a surgery or dental I'll take a federal vacation
I float on these beats' transcendental
You'll think this a reincarnation
Bring a brick to me and I'll sell it no hesitation
I'm never suspicious
Quarter brick
Half a brick
Never stepped on my crack
Like I'm superstitious
Wanna get away from all this stress
I always wanted the best
I'm living my best
Let the past be the past if there's a problem it'll pass
I wont make the same mistake again ill sort it out fast
Ain't nothing I can't get over like I'm a land rover
Been beat up in front of my momma
My homies commissary made it to comma
Bitch and I'm losing my head
Free school lunch the last time I was helped by the feds
Trouble on my mind but I don't want to do time
99 problems but the same bitch still fuckin up my life
Like 12 failed open mics hopeless notes I write
Refocused till my flow got nice
Only taking one-way flights
I got 5 on the yayo
turn around burn his house down if I say so
We not the same yo
Get me round to much fine shit I forget how to act
Bitches with fat asses why I learned how to trap
Magnetism do the opposite of the cop's advice.
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Writer(s): Jacob Caudill
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