Hu$tle

[Hook] Ya all the shit i did for a dollar I done hustle, i done stole, i done rob Man fucking up a rapper not a problem Ya i would talk about some bitches that I'm trying to get with dog But i already got 'em Somebody do me like Drake did Meek They go missing You will never hear about em [Verse 1] I'm praying for your homie when they shot him Don't go no where without em' Thought somebody should of taught him When there's blood on the leaves It be looking like it's Autumn I go Jordan, buy the ring If i ain't got 'em then I'm Golem I'm a mother fucking problem By the dineros Flood the whole city when it's in barrels I want enough gold to satisfy ten phaorahs Rappers thinking they in style when they in'apparel Fuck a bitch, me and money we in wedlock, it's serious And about her i go red dot, period They was running game so i put them at a dead stop Now it's just my day ones Tighter than a dreadlock Think they running up on one of us Boy they best not Serving out the nonsense It ain't fucking with my conscience Drinking til I'm unconscious [Chorus] I was made to hustle I was made to count big bags of cash with all of my brothers I was made to hustle I was taught how to get cash and count this shit like no other I know how to hustle [Verse 2] This the dirt that gonna keep me enity Moving quarter bags of the OG Only care about the money I ain't really into stunting so I'm sitting lowkey My homie told me Don't even take a risk if you ain't gonna share the whole thing I'm one of the realest in my city There's a reason everybody know me I keep it humble But you a fraud trying to play hard Call ya bluff, this ain't poker, we don't play cards The world is yours Gotta find an outlet, plug it in, and then take charge They tried to stop us now they sitting in the graveyard I'm in the streets letting rhymes out the AR Cause i do dumb shit when i tape bars You don't see me rocking nothing if it ain't ours In love with fast money like I'm about to race cars [Hook] [Chorus] [Verse 3] Tell the feds they can run up in the house I don't gotta keep a thang in the couch That's my girl, made the 808 my spouse When i fuck her it make everybody bounce Told my homies, no time to waste, every second really counts We got big deals nowadays I be losing money trying to serve an ounce Getting it by all accounts I'm saying we been at it for a long time Feel like I'm sitting on a gold mine Don't ask me why the label ain't giving me no shine Baby told me i don't need a cosign Prove it when it's showtime Feel like i did this shit in no time I was patient waiting for it to be go time Now i got it, every play, I'm at the goal line I'm about to score a touchdown and your hoe mine Bitch don't play about the money Black Sheep 2 is here that shit is no longer coming The streets was waiting i could feel the hunger I'm back good as ever away from the slumber Just give me a number, i came by to flood the whole summer We serving up the nonsense Drinking til I'm unconscious It ain't fucking with my conscience I was made to hustle [Birdman Outro]