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Hustlas & Bosses
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4-1 Top down, windows up, flyin’ through the ghetto Right hand on the wheel, the other on the metal I run a tight ship, so I got a tight schedule You know it’s ‘bout money every time I say, “Hello” I grew up in the era watchin’ OG’s, that’s heavy When n***as sold bird, rock bird under pellies Started off with ..., graduated to coke ‘cause in my city, if you broke, you a practical joke And ain’t sh*t funny So, I wake up Weigh up and get money Truly, runnin’ off with a cutie will make you get ugly When n***as ate, they used to leave me with the leftovers Now, I’m tellin’ waiters, “Only bring the best over” You in that throwback Range, we in the next Rover Lookin’ like a million bucks, tryna stack some millions up When I was down, it took some Band-Aid to do some healin’ up Now, every time I see a shoebox, I wanna fill it up Hustlas, stay on your grind Bosses, let your Rolex shine Keep money on your mind And in these streets, you better keep your .9 Hustlas, stay on your grind Bosses, let your Rolex shine Keep money on your mind And in these streets, you better keep your .9 I be in the club with a loaded gun You be gettin’ loaded throwin’ hella one’s A few Rolex’s but the yellow one Got Master 44 not the 41 Been gettin’ [...], grippin’ nice wood Six-hunid break down, me and Icewood The wife would and your girlfriend And prolly count money when the world end ‘til then, n***a, I’ma run routes Comin’ from the top, we ain’t runnin’ out f**kin’ with my doughboy, cashin’ out f**k her ‘til the mornin’, then we mashin’ out Catch me on the block like, “What up, though?” The sh*t I’m smokin’ on cost me thirty-four The sh*t you smokin’ on cost you forty-four So, holla at a n***a, n***a, let me know Hustlas, stay on your grind Bosses, let your Rolex shine Keep money on your mind And in these streets, you better keep your .9 Hustlas, stay on your grind Bosses, let your Rolex shine Keep money on your mind And in these streets, you better keep your .9 Lookin’ at my safe, prayin’ to God to keep me safe Kush inside my lungs, with a gun on my waist A lot of n***as hate, been in more beef than burgers Next n***a try me out, I’ma catch another attempted murder When everybody count your pockets, man, that sh*t is scary I rep Detroit with twenty on my chest like I’m Barry I’m lookin’ for a plug, you lookin’ for a b*t*h to marry Chase cheese or chase rats, n***a, is you Tom or Jerry? I been through a lot, my biggest hater is the cops Keep gettin’ charged with cases, right now, we so hot It’s me against the world, got me feelin’ like I’m Pac Before I drink with a b*t*h, I send some bread to my pops School of Hard Knocks, I wasn’t goin’ to no institute When I was broke, I lost some friends and a b*t*h or two Presidential or the Big Face, I don’t know what to choose I was gone for a minute, now I’m back, peek a boo Hustlas, stay on your grind (Doughboyz Cashout) Bosses, let your Rolex shine (Stack Season) Keep money on your mind (bosses) And in these streets, you better keep your .9 (Hustlas and Bosses) Hustlas, stay on your grind (Detroit to the Bay) Bosses, let your Rolex shine (What up, B?) Keep money on your mind And in these streets, you better keep your .9
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