Disciplined Hustler
Disciplined Hustler, came from the gutter
Ain't no money in my pockets now I'm gettin paper
Pushin' rhymes, pushing base like I'm in the 90's
No limit soldier bitch we keep on hustlin
West coast, East coast I'm on the run
Visit shorty for a week then I'm dippin' out
Gotta get this fuckin' money, off top
Thanking God for my blessings, on top
Fuck what you feel man you gotta keep on going
Move your own boat ain't nobody gon do it
Member those times when my tummy keep growling
Now I'm eating everywhere can't pronounce the order
This is me in real life yea I'm real organic
Fuck what you feel I can't never ever fake it
Bitch I'm a P, not a G
Sock it to my pocket, if you fuck with me
Bankroll on my hand I got a plenty of it
Made a thousand dollars now I'm ready to invest it
My savings going crazy on the bank I keep on stackin
Even if I spend, my money still longer
You never heard me complain cause that ain't my language
If I have to fucking get then I'll go get it
Always grateful cause the blessings just keep on dropping
All these drip that I'm wearing like it's fucking raining
Hustle, everyday, we keep on pushin'
Let them hoes chase you, just keep on pimpin'
Get your money right, and just keep on stackin'
Trust in yourself lil homie you can really make it
I'm a real boss CEO of my business
Pay day everyday man I want that acres
Feel like Larry June I'm all about doing numbers
And some days feel like Wiz Khalifa rollin papers
Ain't no money in my pockets now I'm gettin paper
Pushin' rhymes, pushing base like I'm in the 90's
No limit soldier bitch we keep on hustlin
West coast, East coast I'm on the run
Visit shorty for a week then I'm dippin' out
Gotta get this fuckin' money, off top
Thanking God for my blessings, on top
Fuck what you feel man you gotta keep on going
Move your own boat ain't nobody gon do it
Member those times when my tummy keep growling
Now I'm eating everywhere can't pronounce the order
This is me in real life yea I'm real organic
Fuck what you feel I can't never ever fake it
Bitch I'm a P, not a G
Sock it to my pocket, if you fuck with me
Bankroll on my hand I got a plenty of it
Made a thousand dollars now I'm ready to invest it
My savings going crazy on the bank I keep on stackin
Even if I spend, my money still longer
You never heard me complain cause that ain't my language
If I have to fucking get then I'll go get it
Always grateful cause the blessings just keep on dropping
All these drip that I'm wearing like it's fucking raining
Hustle, everyday, we keep on pushin'
Let them hoes chase you, just keep on pimpin'
Get your money right, and just keep on stackin'
Trust in yourself lil homie you can really make it
I'm a real boss CEO of my business
Pay day everyday man I want that acres
Feel like Larry June I'm all about doing numbers
And some days feel like Wiz Khalifa rollin papers
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Writer(s): Kevin Park
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