Untitled Song
• Written by Anonymous
I'm living the life of a hustler on the street
If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat
Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat
We have so much in common, starting at the feet
Bitches roll sweets as i lay back in the suite
I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat
Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet
Sellin shard hustling
Fear? or the asmr bubbling
In my dreams, stomach is rumbling
To you this is puzzling, to others its humbling
Soft spoken and on occasion start mumbling
This game is not
And it don’t stop
If you had, one shot
Living if she is or not
Been running around trying to find a job
Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop
I'm thinking I'm killing
Subside or else your life’s disappearing
There'd still be niggas out killing
We aint got no one to be fucking fearing
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