| I didn’t fall from heaven, I rose from hell
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| Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bail
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| It’s like Attica '67 when they, closed the jail
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| Be careful, but promote yo’selves that’s what they told me
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| Involved but unconcerned fuck beef when it dissolve it does not return
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| I don’t leave, stagnate nor move off-beat
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| So discrete very rarely do I move on feet
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| I rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats
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| Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets
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| I blacks out never blind by the size of the image
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| No disguise, homocide don’t rely forensic
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| Homes’s finished, scrambling caught in the scrimmage
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| 12 shells ricocheting and it pours from the hemorrhage
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| Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for moving backwards
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| New York’s number one draft pick
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| I’m a hustler, not by choice (4x)
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| All this nigga know is, get money burn a lot of smokes
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| Lazy niggas was sleeping, I was wide awoke
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| Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke
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| When it’s time to sleep with the fishes I supply the boat
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| And I swear it hurts, I supply the coke
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| 'Cuz don’t nothing scare me worse than dying broke
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| Iron poking on my ribs while I’m laying in a Taurus
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| I live this shit y’all just performers, it’s a dirty game
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| I seen thugs turn informers, crooked cops run in the crib, no warrants
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| Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge
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| Got a female lawyer and she fucking the judge
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| I was once told, that you reap what you sow
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| And a, the scent of weed always seep in your clothes
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| And a, it’s Quiet Money so we speaking in codes
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| Like, why should I trust ya?, nigga, I’m a hustler
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| I’m a hustler, not by choice (4x)
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| Unh, Yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just nice
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| Like a ginszu blade nigga, he just slice
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| And get y’all out the game, dog, it’s not long
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| Anybody can spit, faggot, but can you make a hot song?
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| You’re not wrong, like Biggie said you’re dead wrong
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| Need to get your flow tight, gotta get your head strong
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| Watch us, the way we floss up in coat lockers
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| Walk right past security, flippin' poppers
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| Like what? |
| who the fuck gon' stop us?
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| Y’all wait until the summer, when this fucking album drop us
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| I know y’all hate it, because y’all flows outdated
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| You finished as an artist and I finally made it
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| But I paid my dues, in this game patiently waited
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| Niggas ain’t gimme shit, I had to take it
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| It’s A dot, all year 'round I stay hot
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| Nigga I play not, ride thru you’re block in that grey drop
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| They call me headhunter, the head is all I aim for
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| The top spot nigga, what you think I came for?
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| These words touch you, cut you open like a chainsaw
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| And now you’re your man is like, what y’all said his name for?
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| Fucking hustler, motherfucking Animal
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| I’m a hustler, not by choice (5x)
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| I’m a hustler
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| I’m a hustler |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hustler , by - Trevis CarrollSong from the album Aziatic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп