HU$$LE Lyrics

I'm incredible like "Honey, where's my super suit?"

Man it's funny

See this money

What it do to you

The streets ain't raise me

I let the streets pain me

Confessions in a lot

My soul still on State Street

My goal was the gold

I can't let you niggas break me

I was selling reggie pack

10 a seed

This aint no Chattanooga

Funny how these niggas always getting ya stamp of approval

Get the nigga clapped

At the club

When he hop in his Uber

Like nah son

Oh God son

No Illmatic

Then spin back

Kill you too

Like "there's still static?"

I call it how I see it

No FaceTime nigga

If there's snakes in the grass

I may dive in it

Shawty told me be safe

Bitch I'm living dangerous

Willie Lynch and all of them niggas could never hang with us

I'm rockstar status

Blockstar pimpin

With hoes who don't do dishes but covet all of they riches

Shit I feel you bro

It's grimy out here

Why it's us

Never them

Regardless ever gets in the way

I Did dirt

Was the rose that had grew in the stone

Shit hurts

Same earthquake that ruined ya home

I Did worse

Gripped up and I put two in his fro'

Then came crashing down on green just like the Metro dome

How you bark laying down

The Nets' home

White shooter on my sleeve

Nicknamed Kevin Duranch

Ok

See I ain't playing

So don't get him amped

He's a Warrior so don't start stuffing his stats

You want beef?

Better try Longhorns

He's Supersonic if he hits the chronic

Come on son