| It’s young hussle when I’m bout to make it clap
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| Got a rolie on my wrist and my city on my back
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| Shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks
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| Told her it’s a marathon, now she out here running laps
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| It’s young hussle when I’m bout to make it clap
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| Got a rolie on my wrist and my city on my back
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| Shout out my niggers on the block selling crack
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| Told them it’s a marathon, now they out here running laps
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| Check on my shoulder, for nigger that hated on us
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| Labels that hesitated when radio woudn’t play us
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| Rappers dropping they disses they see us start explaining
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| Bitches I used to date wrong: when right: wouldn’t shut up and start complaining
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| Now they looking salty cause I’m duck and 4 times
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| hundred thousand ain’t enough to buy a new ride
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| See that’s the type of disrespectful deal you signed
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| What happened nigger? |
| last year you was cracking nigger
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| This marathon got me laping all you rapping niggers
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| We steady rising since the world got a half
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| I hussle when a house in rented back from niggers
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| Streets love me cause they know I got crack
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| Took a stand,
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| Failed out with black money kept track
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| And I took this rap game and put some real nigger passion in it
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| It’s young hussle when I’m bout to make it clap
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| Got a rolie on my wrist and my city on my back
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| Shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks
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| Told her it’s a marathon, now she out here running laps
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| It’s young hussle when I’m bout to make it clap
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| Got a rolie on my wrist and my city on my back
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| Shout out my niggers on the block selling crack
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| Told them it’s a marathon, now they out here running laps
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| Whoa, bounce, whoa, bounce, bounce
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| Low and behold, he getting his dough
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| Got that presidential rollie flow, you niggers should know
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| Criticize me for the jury that I rock at my show
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| But watch the value of the dollar drop and gold explode
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| I got no time 40, I ain’t trying to stay in line homies,
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| Think I owe the world but never did nothing for me
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| Talking under they breath till they vicious making them want me
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| See me or hit me with some fake shit like hey browly
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| Got enemies, trying to kill me for the rep
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| Couple smart niggers, think they playing chess go gonna get
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| Tony montana at the lot with my bitch
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| Tell them bulletproof that and bulletproof this
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| Guns behind the ace, see I’m stashboxed crazy
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| You can look at me and tell I was a match box baby
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| I’m game tight so niggers will never play me
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| 4 words for my haters, look, fuck you pay me
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| It’s young hussle when I’m bout to make it clap
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| Got a rolie on my wrist and my city on my back
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| Shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks
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| Told her it’s a marathon, now she out here running laps
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| It’s young hussle when I’m bout to make it clap
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| Got a rolie on my wrist and my city on my back
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| Shout out my niggers on the block selling crack
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| Told them it’s a marathon, now they out here running laps
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| These niggers not fucking with me
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| Enemies know my words cause the bitches be fucking with me
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| These loco hoes will get famous from fucking nipsey
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| So I treat her like the groupie she is and tell her miss me
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| I’m alright now, they say that they gonna get me
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| Supposed to be dead already, niggers shot but they missed me
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| So every morning I wake up I make history
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| Changed straight out the 60 and I took the whole city
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| And I’m from set tripping, just doing the best bizness
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| So local niggers with respect come connect with us
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| I’m all money in till I get the death sentence
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| People say that I’m the best in it
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| Whichever comes first, my dick clean but I done dirt
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| I got hands and my guns work
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| Trust, you think hussle think of one word
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| Marathoning, I’m a run until my lungs hurt, nigger
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| It’s young hussle when I’m bout to make it clap
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| Got a rolie on my wrist and my city on my back
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| Shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks
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| Told her it’s a marathon, now she out here running laps
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| It’s young hussle when I’m bout to make it clap
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| Got a rolie on my wristand my city on my back
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| Shout out my niggers on the block selling crack
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| Told them it’s a marathon, now they out here running laps
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| Whoa, whoa. |