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(Yeah, woah)
What you selling if it ain't a fucking dream?
We was up the alley slanging Hershey's, two for three
Got that off the curb, bitch I was 8-years-on-my-feet
Hussle DNA, that shit ain't changed
I started slanging me, using a CD press
Was bugging Granny on a daily just to clean a mess
'Cause she gon' shoot me five
Use it for that dream I guess
Sweeping at the shop collecting green
Pops walking with a lean
Fund his shots in between his 2 o'clock and two-thirty or som'n
Dropping twenty on our tickets for that train ride home
Link with Piper at the station, Hustle Lifestyle
Mom's a lil' agitated I ain't hanging with the right crowd
Who would that make me right now?
Not Rug, you can't teach what I know
Money talks Motherfucker
Either leave it or don't
But I believe that's the toll
'Cause bitch, this game ain't free
If there's one thing I can't sell
It's what makes me, me
Real disrespectful if the offer ain't got compensation fees
For how I walk and change the scene, man these thoughts ain't make belief
You got to cough it up
Add another zero 'fore I put your deal on offer up
Y'all ain't never copping Us
I'M NOT FOR SALE
I'ma do just what I got to do to make it
No faking
Paying prices just to make my life right
This gon' be the last time I live this kind of life, yea
I'ma do just what I got to do to make it
No faking
Paying prices just to make my life right
This gon' be the last time I live this kind of life, yea
And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scraping on a daily just to make this happen
Chase threatening to close my accounts for the balance
You take a peak at my statement, it look like I'm subtracting
But that's just motivation for the days I know I'll have it
See you can'y pay me for my days with insufficient funds
You wasn't there when my card declined at the fucking pump