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[Slim Thug] Close your lips and open your ears, for a change You just might, learn some thangs I don't understand your plan, let me get this right You broke, but you grinding all day and night You on the block pushing caine, with Jordan's and a chain I know, everybody wanna have nice thangs But mayn, you must think the dope game is a game Fuck around and have yourself, catching a chain Better stash you some cash, for a rainy day mayn Cause only God knows, what tomorrow bring Better listen, I'm trying to stop a lot of sorrow and pain Cause falling on your ass, is a horrible thang You better listen, I talk too shit too raw explain Better learn from the mistakes, of the Outlaw gang I been there done that, fought that won that Lost that and got it right back, you better listen [Hook - 2x] Quit being hard headed (yeah I hear you mayn) Open your ears and just listen (yeah I hear you mayn) Get off your ass and do something (yeah I hear you mayn) [Kyleon] It's more than one way out here, to get that do' It don't take a rocket scientist, to get that bro You can get that fast, get that slow Hit licks with that grass, with that blow Or with that pads, spit that flow Or gamble with it, try to get back mo' Uh-uh not me, I refuse to lose You either got it or you don't, and I refuse to choose And candy blue's I cruise, cause if I snooze I lose And if I get out there bad, I just use my tools My mind and muscle, that helps me grind and hustle If it wasn't for this rap, I'd try to find a hustle Why niggas sitting on they behind, steady trying to hustle 24/7-3/65, my time to hustle I'd be a dealer out here, I got dimes and shuffles Kyleon, is what really defines the hustle, just listen mayn [Hook] [Chris Ward] You need to quit talking so much, for a minute and hush Stop trying to throw down boy, why you in such a rush You play the game, as if you got a royal flush But if you don't cool off, you just might get touched I grind against the grain, and your brain like a crush Cause for me to get mine, is a plus and a must But listen, hustling ain't for everybody Especially if you ain't got the heart, and you's a scary body Oh but I know, you don't hear me boy It's gon take som'ing bad to happen, for you to feel me boy But I'm so sick and tired, of teaching and preaching You ain't even meet me half way, it's like I'm the only one that's reaching While you keep leaching, you gon find yourself smashed Pumped up, wrecked and crashed You must of forgot my nigga, your future's my past You oughtta listen, 'fore you wind up on your ass [Hook - 2x] [Sir Daily] On how, I got this cash I sold zones bled mics, moved rocks and hash I click pro long, had to get on these blocks and mash You want your do' long, try to hit these blocks and mash Be careful though, you got niggas that watch your stash And the second you slip get off his hip, gon pop your ass Get a connect cop a Tech, take your prize in the dash We balling now, hit the lot put your ride on glass You hard headed not heated, when you ride on glass Left it at home, but you need it when you ride on glass Knocked off your feet you looking weak, your boys slide on past Had a high class bitch, now you collide with trash Now you the hoodrat plumber, pushing hoodrat lil' mama Laid up with the slut, and caught the high five from her Now you lying like a plumber, sick broke and in drama Should of listened