Hustler

Another night, just crying behind the curtain, in the pantomime, moonlight, DJ Bake

Y'all be acting passive as fuck, I always stood on my own, I always got to a buck

It's hard to listen to what people try to tell me about trust

Cause at any given second, they be fucking it up

I got that hustler in me, and niggas just envy

I stop sipping on Remy, and you niggas gossip like Wendy

Get cut up like a butcher, I ain't talking bout Benny

And if money on my head, I just hope that it's plenty

I'm out South Park, I hope you niggas die like Kenny

Got a penny for my thoughts, by this bitch named Mackenzie