Introduction:
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It's Hustla Beats, motherfucker
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I shot your bit, sorry friend
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Chorus:
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I don't need problems, but they find me
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Did more than yesterday, tomorrow expects more than today, ah, ah
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Tomorrow is waiting for more than today, ah, ah
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Tomorrow is waiting for more than today
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I will continue until I break off the block
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I did more than yesterday, tomorrow is waiting for more than today, ah, ah
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Tomorrow is waiting for more than today, ah, ah
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Tomorrow is waiting for more than today
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First Verse: Jacques-Anthony
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Spin the dope in the ocb stuffed tight
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Blowing up at work, rapping is my job
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Set deadlines for at least two years
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My shit is flying, I'm the same nigga from the side
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812 I seem to be in business, but I can't be seen
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The script for the film, here that is not a week the script for the film
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There are 21 sconces, I didn’t get stuck with them, I muddied cash with them
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Look stylish, I'm not wearing Versace, I'm wearing Paradigma
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Middle finger up, nimble, cunning trash
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To hell with daddy's cache, everything I have, I made myself
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I won’t push you the weight, I will accept and be in the trash
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I will remove your onlookers from the shitty demon
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I don’t want your baby, I already gave her everything I could
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Dedicated a couple of lines to her, flowed down her legs
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I didn’t throw it, I didn’t throw it, I cut it into bits
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If the rap olympiad, the judges put the highest score
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Chorus:
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I don't need problems, but they find me
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Did more than yesterday, tomorrow expects more than today, ah, ah
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Tomorrow is waiting for more than today, ah, ah
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Tomorrow is waiting for more than today
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I will continue until I break off the block
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Did more than yesterday, tomorrow is waiting for more than today, ah, ah
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Tomorrow is waiting for more than today, ah, ah
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Tomorrow is waiting for more than today
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Second Verse: Jacques-Anthony
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I hit the first one and now I'm like a Bugatti
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Homes block has a deal, I'm here to make money
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I broke into the party, got drunk on the party, I'm flying to the after-party
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Here both bitches in dresses and nigers in dresses, they all cry for me
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I fuck with shit I share shit don't play with me I'll kill with my mind
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And don't touch the glock, or I'll throw yours, I'll take mine and go home
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And not triple V my lady queen homie spins cas we inhale the dust
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I breathe in, exhale smoke, I write a verse, a hit flies
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And again the bitch wants me to give her a number
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I give your mother numbers to my homie
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Says her name, but I don't remember
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Everything burns if I say even a word to her
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My word costs money, fee from 40
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Either at home or in the club I'm paid in full
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Half are waiting for the family and half on business
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A pack of new Yaroslavl my second wife
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Chorus:
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I don't need problems, but they find me
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Did more than yesterday, tomorrow expects more than today, ah, ah
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Tomorrow is waiting for more than today, ah, ah
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Tomorrow is waiting for more than today
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I will continue until I break off the block
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I did more than yesterday, tomorrow is waiting for more than today, ah, ah
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Tomorrow is waiting for more than today, ah, ah
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Tomorrow is waiting for more than today |