Letras
Ride thru downtown like
How I'm gone get it
Just tryna show them
They never really hearing us out
I ain't trippin off nuthin cuz I'm
Always holding it down bay bay
I Make it shake
With what I'm given
Hustler's ambition
But still long ways to go
We gone make the difference
They ain't tryna have them problems
Dior windbreaker
Strollin in them Nike flights
Tryna see if babygirl
Fallin thru for the night
I'm back on my grizzly
And they look like caribou
They always preach the gospel
But nothing ever follows through
Can't even throw footballs 45 yards
Why The fuck lil homie
Wanna go hold a .45 for
Keep on riding waves
Till They washin up on the shore
Since you one foot in
Both mine walkin out the door
So Nah there ain't coming close
Ain't trippin cuz she chose
Wouldn't even hit water
If they falling out a boat
Word to O'Houlihan I made it
Through them rough patches
Dodging all the bullshit
That came In every fashion
Got me feeling like the world owes me
Played it too cool now
Muthafuckas really think they know me
Niggas recognize real motion
And who's coasting
I got too much drive
And I ain't always gotta post it
Bitch
I Make it shake
With what I'm given
Hustler's ambition
But still long ways to go
We gone make the difference
They ain't tryna have them problems