A Hustler's Guide Lyrics

I got them scared, he looking like a ghost walking

Huddle up, pay attention like the coach talking

CD's and sweatshirts out the post office

Crazy feeling, when they supporting your calling

The snow falling, I couldn't save a pack for you, I sold all them

With no auction, they strapped up-approach cautious

Negotiating higher offers, look at rappers I have fathered

Tried to put them on, he ain't receptive don't know why I bothered

I know the streets, this my genre

All the beats that I have slaughtered, All the bars that I sat and thought of

Treat this shit like it's Sparta, taking trips and book charters

Bragging bout his new shipment, line him like a good barber

I made some moves and they still haunt me to this day

I said I'm sorry and you left, what else you wanted me to say

He in the coffin because a stray

In this game it's very rare to see success and walk away

I made it by the grace of god, but not without a couple scars

Its lonely at the top, had me contemplating jumping off

Buying all the onions up, Supplying all these customers

I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers

Lets go

I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers

I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers

I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers

I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers

Ziplocs, throwing pounds on the scale until it busts

Always keep some money set for bail, that's a must

But the goal is to never go to jail, in them cuffs

He on the run, but at least they off his trail, that's a plus

I'll tell you where that dope take you, you broke then this is ole faithful

Break it on the table, so much coke they making snow angels

It costs to be the boss, you only moving if I okay you

Never cross the Don Datta, nobody is gone save you

You always need a OG that can put you onto game

Too many brothers without families tryna find one in a gang

Never cared about the beef, I just got my hustle right

If the plug hit me back, I'm bout to run it up tonight

I've seen some million dollar empires crumble to the ground

It gets dark, you can tell you in the jungle by the sounds

I had to fuck the whole game up, I spun this bitch around

Fill the back of the Uhaul with 150 pounds

I made it by the grace of god, but not without a couple scars

Its lonely at the top, had me contemplating jumping off

Filling all these duffles up, know he got his plug from us

I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers

Lets go

I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers

I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers

I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers

I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers