Untitled Song

A perfect hustler

When I was a soloist

Sharper then a point a pencil

I wouldn't go for shit

Granted I was in a cell for awhile

But when I touched down it was Cain for miles

Simply as it seems I don't need for much

Just a gun a md a bitch

That can twirl the Dutch

 

We don't sleep through the nights

We in flights and nikes

Blowing ten dolla bags wit a herd of dykes

I live my niggaz to life

Type dudes that a let u live and off ya pregnant wife

I'm full of animosity I can't play calm

I wanna dead something but that ain't all

The streets won't leave me I'm honored by fiends

Probation pressure

I stay like please

I rather go back to the vice

Come home with noe probation and pump something that night

But anyways rainy days stay in my forecast

And since I know the strip kool brings me more cash

Catch me on Bennett I ain't posted or nuthin I'm out 4:30 am while niggas is m

Loving

To show u is nothin

I'm a serious force

Was doing this when the court house was not fourth

When u was milk rates for b-ball courts

I don't as getting familiar wit a hustler thought-

Gang