Hustler Mentality Lyrics

Hey, we're not doing this just for the bounty, are we? Trading amongst life for money is a ticket to perdition, my friend

Well, after all, they say that money talks wherever you go

The only thing you can have faith in is yourself

You're wrong. The only thing you can have faith in is money

King Tray

Niggas trap around the fuckin' block straight hustlin'

Getting it anyway with they older ass cousins

Cause they know for sure they gotta do it for survival

On the gangster shit or the power shit, that got them bustin'

They losing control, they losing they mind like they ran out of time

Pussy whip like they fuckin' felines to the paper

It's the only way a nigga gon' feel playful

Runnin' around without a frown, lookin' real grateful

There's really no excuses to go broke cause you're able

To get that fuckin' bread, to put that food on the table

The money's literally handed to you, you just gotta take it

Or continue to live a broke life in your lil' mama's basement

And nigga, I don't give a damn about your damn story

There's too many ways to get this bread if you're hungry

Never get distracted cause these bitches active

And they'll hit your motherfuckin' pockets like a Tennis racket

And they'll get real clingy on you like a lil' fuckin' jacket

And they'll try to lick all on you for that lil' golden jacket

Shit, cause you know that you on your shit

Cause you ain't no kid that did the shit that got you trapped up in the systematic bullshit

Niggas with the cool kids who don't give like two shits like oh shit

Niggas freakin' out behind the pulpit

Poppin off, screamin' I ain't really do this fuck shit

But it's too late my nigga, you got greedy and fell short

To be real honest with you, you was better off in sports

Lookin' on weekly news with the new little Vizio

Watchin' the King Tray YouTube videos

But something hit you, you just knew you couldn't settle

You wanted royal riches cause you real suspicious

With your business as you should

Cause you know how these niggas really itchin'

To take advantage from you

Like they never cared about you

Cause all these lil' niggas

Care about just stacking commas

They'll take from they OG mama

But steal from they only papa

As long as the money comin'

They chilling like Michael Jordan

Money is really the root of all evil my people

Don't let this shit consume you like Lil' Tsang Tsung my nigga

You have to remain humble while you sellin' all that ganja

And you'll get you a lil' shorty that's as loyal as Queen Naija

Peace and God is all we really need for timing

And everything gon' be alright when we drift off in silence