Letter to the Streets

[Chorus: Young Scooter] You a hustler right? You out on that corner, you out there thuggin' Is you livin' that street life? This a letter to you, better stay on your grind Don't make dollars, don't make sense Keep that on your mind This a letter to the streets You out there broke? You need some hustle? Pay attention to me This a letter to the streets Got like ten different hustles Each one worth a whole lot of money [Verse 1: Young Scooter] I know a young nigga who lost his life Standin' on that corner and ain't even sold no white Think the streets a game, you'll play yourself White chalk, now you hood memories Bricks cause a whole lot of murder scenes I promise you ain't seen all the shit I seen I really seen them tractor trailers willed with weed Done put over a million pounds on the street Rockin' real diamonds, jugged up on this jewelry I done jugged up on the plug, you can't fuck with me I got shooters all around me, don't you fuck with me I push a button nigga, that's just how I order keys I just talked to Hector, he say he back over seas He told me "Take the year off cause we done flood the streets" [?] we bust down like three mil' a piece I make count music, shit that put you on your feet [Chorus: Young Scooter] You a hustler right? You out on that corner, you out there thuggin' Is you livin' that street life? This a letter to you, better stay on your grind Don't make dollars, don't make sense Keep that on your mind This a letter to the streets You out there broke? You need some hustle? Pay attention to me This a letter to the streets Got like ten different hustles Each one worth a whole lot of money [Verse 2: Young Thug] Whole crew get fly like planes now We struggle, shit, that's why we bangin' right now And all that money, it got stains now And I'm one step ahead of you lames If you play, I'll bust your brain, yeah Uh, and I ain't crippin' nor trippin' I'm busy in the kitchen with them chickens, water whippin' I'm water whippin', yeah, and we ain't snitchin' nor crippin' Take your main ho to the loft Then call Scooter phone and drop her off Call that installment Like, oops, what I meant? I meant [?] If I'm a dog, [?] ticks, and this cash ticks Your lover, I'm passed it, your ho, I smashed it Your ho, I trashed it, now she look nasty I gotta [?] my pants saggin', and baggy Racks on me automatic But I'm ridin' in the stick with a stick I'll shoot a nigga whole clique and you know this Hunnid racks on the table Call my homie back, he was like "I owe this" Me and my big homie Scooter ridin' 'round focused [Chorus: Young Scooter] You a hustler right? You out on that corner, you out there thuggin' Is you livin' that street life? This a letter to you, better stay on your grind Don't make dollars, don't make sense Keep that on your mind This a letter to the streets You out there broke? You need some hustle? Pay attention to me This a letter to the streets Got like ten different hustles Each one worth a whole lot of money