Everyday Hustlin'
• Written by Anonymous
Man these niggas aint too fly
From what I see when I go by
These hoes out dressed like sluts
But thats okay its what guys like (ughh)
Its sad to see what happens
When the police start huntin'
Trying to make something outta nothin
Keep your chips and call they bluffin
Roll that band up two times
Double check to see it is mine
Got niggas out here lurkin'
Make sure whose ridin' shotgun is slime
Strapped up and ready for war
Need an I.D. to make sure youre mature
Cross me bitch and get sliced up
Paramedics bring your body out my front door uh!
Live life on a high cause everday we stay smokin'
Tomorrows not promised but my niggas always hoping
Hopin' that we can bang bang for a quick buck
Nina strapped on my hip and your girl strapped to my nuts
Feds on our tail we but don't give a fuck
Trappin out the bando dressed head to toe in truk
R.I.P. to the good guys
Pour a drink at where they lye
Know I'm blessed and thankful for that
But I didn't get here just sitting back
To the young guns on the come up
Your life is green till ya die so never stop
Remember where you come from
Put food on the table for the whole block
What doesn't kill makes you stronger
The weak die young, the strong live longer
Always flex to show I hustle
Finessing the plug like he's your butler
Networked out like I live on tumblr
When the bullets start flyin' head for cover
Comeback strong, comeback better
Bury them all six feet under
Go to church on Sunday
Praise the Lord for all I've made
He's helped me through times
He's gotten me pass those rough days
Life's a game but its not fair
Play for you cause no one else cares
When I'm done in the game I'll be here
Retire on the beach as a billionaire
HA!
Straight Flexin'
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