Hustle Musik 2 lyrics

[Verse 1]
Its still f*ck what a n*gga say, and how a hoe feel
Was livin' like I had a deal with no deal
Used to cop pills and flip that sh*t
If RJ was still here he'd tell me get that sh*t
Workers got me on some sit back sh*t
With a b*tch that's thick
That break me off on some kit kat sh*t
Presi on match the bottle when I sip that Cris
Say you been ballin', guess we all missed that sh*t
Cause I ain't hearing n*ggas cloudy ass diamonds, I stay clear
n*ggas phony ass fraudulent cash can't come near
n*gga can't hold no man hand, but I can steer n*gga
Crib out in no mans land I let [?] hit you
I used to sleep in the basement at Grannies
Choppin crack just to hit the club fresher than a mannie
Grandaddy used to give a little lecture to Mannie
A little work I was just happy buying food for the family
Years later I was rocking big Jewels in a caddy
Scooping cheese for my mans, telling cool "get at me"
Still make the bag move even though they would tax me
I'm a motherf*ckin' Fenkfell fool look at me
41 on this chain this one say FA
Out in LA, f*ckin with Eses
I sold wet yay, going to dry though
Youu can't f*ck with me at least you tried though
Cuz need a front, well pull up on my side hoe
Don't to the front, meet around by the side door
[?] Got money with little [?]
Copped from T spoon when he had the Benz
Free my n*ggas B smith he had them in
n*ggas ate good everytime I had a package in (Facts)
Been through a bunch of bullsh*t, but still I crack a grin
If I don't rap, it's back to selling crack again (yuh)
Been a ill n*gga since Hilfiger
Never respected money, I respect the real n*gga
Copped four O's, I felt like I real dealer
Cartiers on I was a b*tch n*gga b*tch hitta
Stacked my first 10, then saw ninety more
I sh*t on any n*gga, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
n*ggas like pay "you so laid back, you hella smooth
If anybody got the right to talk sh*t n*gga its you" (okay)
I remember when you was a kid on the block
Saw you pulling up real big on the block (big on the block)
Looking like I'm trying to buy a crib when I shop
Hoes flocking cause I pulled up with Kidd in the drop
Heroin Supplier, future Lambo buyer
f*ck with me, you gon' think I got Rambo higher
My youngest wild, got the whole Ave on fire
I'm just trying to get cash til it can't stack no higher
I could show you some gymnastics
But it involve some plastic, a dealer and a goon
So much scrilla in the room I don't even trust the walls
I was raised in Detriot where you can't even trust your dawg
Asked about the haters I'ma tell you f*ck em all
Ask about the paper gonna tell you tuck it all
Got the sh*t with hard work, little luck involved