| Close your lips and open your ears, for a change
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| You just might, learn some thangs
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| I don’t understand your plan, let me get this right
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| You broke, but you grinding all day and night
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| You on the block pushing caine, with Jordan’s and a chain
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| I know, everybody wanna have nice thangs
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| But mayn, you must think the dope game is a game
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| Fuck around and have yourself, catching a chain
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| Better stash you some cash, for a rainy day mayn
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| Cause only God knows, what tomorrow bring
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| Better listen, I’m trying to stop a lot of sorrow and pain
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| Cause falling on your ass, is a horrible thang
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| You better listen, I talk too shit too raw explain
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| Better learn from the mistakes, of the Outlaw gang
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| I been there done that, fought that won that
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| Lost that and got it right back, you better listen
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| Quit being hard headed (yeah I hear you mayn)
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| Open your ears and just listen (yeah I hear you mayn)
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| Get off your ass and do something (yeah I hear you mayn)
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| It’s more than one way out here, to get that do'
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| It don’t take a rocket scientist, to get that bro
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| You can get that fast, get that slow
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| Hit licks with that grass, with that blow
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| Or with that pads, spit that flow
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| Or gamble with it, try to get back mo'
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| Uh-uh not me, I refuse to lose
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| You either got it or you don’t, and I refuse to choose
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| And candy blue’s I cruise, cause if I snooze I lose
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| And if I get out there bad, I just use my tools
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| My mind and muscle, that helps me grind and hustle
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| If it wasn’t for this rap, I’d try to find a hustle
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| Why niggas sitting on they behind, steady trying to hustle
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| 24/7−3/65, my time to hustle
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| I’d be a dealer out here, I got dimes and shuffles
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| Kyleon, is what really defines the hustle, just listen mayn
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| You need to quit talking so much, for a minute and hush
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| Stop trying to throw down boy, why you in such a rush
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| You play the game, as if you got a royal flush
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| But if you don’t cool off, you just might get touched
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| I grind against the grain, and your brain like a crush
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| Cause for me to get mine, is a plus and a must
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| But listen, hustling ain’t for everybody
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| Especially if you ain’t got the heart, and you’s a scary body
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| Oh but I know, you don’t hear me boy
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| It’s gon take som’ing bad to happen, for you to feel me boy
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| But I’m so sick and tired, of teaching and preaching
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| You ain’t even meet me half way, it’s like I’m the only one that’s reaching
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| While you keep leaching, you gon find yourself smashed
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| Pumped up, wrecked and crashed
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| You must of forgot my nigga, your future’s my past
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| You oughtta listen, 'fore you wind up on your ass
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| On how, I got this cash
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| I sold zones bled mics, moved rocks and hash
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| I click pro long, had to get on these blocks and mash
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| You want your do' long, try to hit these blocks and mash
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| Be careful though, you got niggas that watch your stash
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| And the second you slip get off his hip, gon pop your ass
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| Get a connect cop a Tech, take your prize in the dash
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| We balling now, hit the lot put your ride on glass
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| You hard headed not heated, when you ride on glass
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| Left it at home, but you need it when you ride on glass
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| Knocked off your feet you looking weak, your boys slide on past
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| Had a high class bitch, now you collide with trash
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| Now you the hoodrat plumber, pushing hoodrat lil' mama
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| Laid up with the slut, and caught the high five from her
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| Now you lying like a plumber, sick broke and in drama
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| Should of listened |