Текст песни
Hustler a fucking playa that's how it Has to be
Pops told a nigga to keep His head up and be a g Walk above water Drink the water Bitches on they knees
Tryna please c But he'll is all I see
Trust no bitch Or no nigga Do you sit back and count your Money on them niggas
The fake gone show And the real gone hate I always be me at the end of the day Mane As above So below
Money hoes and cars Is that how it goes? Nah fuck that shit I don't want that shit Eat my
dinner plate Everyday Always mobbing With the Gang you bitch
what they know really bout HellCuddah
got that mf blade But I really been a shooter
Ok ok Check it I'm ruthless with the reckless flows Fold your hoe like a folder Because a lot of hoes goes
Hoe
Roll them mother fucking dice and see how it Goes got 3 and 4 eyes so I can see
Clearly hoe A southside killer from the ghetto Smoking angel dust from Mars bitch
And Pluto Looking back to them days
I ain't have nothin why they always
looking at me like they up to something
Don't do it for the fame Just do it for the gang Let your mf chain hang to your
Mother fucking dangling
Mane