Hustlin Lyrics

Lately I been running round with murders and grave diggers

Trying get out this shit seem like they want me in the cage nigga

Disappointed in him he flipped the script and wrote a page with em

Nigga talking crazy I let my lil nigga bring the flame with em

762 Lil Woo Micro Drake With him

Might go get the coupe

Hang out the roof

Go do loops with him

Struggling in the slums

Swear I went and found the truth with him

I can't leave the house without the house fire

So we got two pistols

Every nigga with me working

Know my mama proud of me

They was talking shit

They on my dick because they doubted

Ej still outside he working a lick

Thats how I used to be

Yeda Face on camo

For nights at war

And days we couldn't eat

Bitch I'm still the same roro

Came up from apartments

Trying keep it cool

I cant be too deep we going start shit

Aint nobody die

But you get hit if you try cross this

Living this life of sin

But Im forgiven cause Im God Sent

Wake up and tell my niggas go and find out where his mom at

60 in my draco

I dont know what the fuck to call that

Stacks said he was going call me

Swear I still aint get his call yet

Yeda dead body on the floor

Thats how I left

Now its dead bodies in my room

And on my steps

Dancing w the devil

Satan telling me Im next

I was chasing after you

But I kept running outta breath