Hustle & grind: Page 2

Now they know that not only can women sell, but really we bring the most money in.

Don't need a vacation, I need a replacement, uh (Alright!)

Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends

Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again

Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem

He's triple platinum, doin' fifty a week

I flip my misfortune and grow me a fortune

I been sellin' dreams to sleepers, nigga

Tell the truth, that's the perfect business

You wanna know why I invest

All my money into haze and into dope?

‘Cause right now, I'm currently a slave for Interscope

Respect first, then money – basic shit

Bought a yacht, all the buildings I was trappin' out

Bankhead Seafood, me and T.I. got

I fought my shit up on Linden in the one-nine-two

Forever writing, never biting, ain't shit else to do

A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah, life sucks (Haha)

Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ay)

Try finessin' my way into Heaven

Might hit that gate, might fall from grace

Splat, on the concrete, real street runner

Fuck this rap shit, I'm just here for the check—I must confess

Po-po throw the hundred years on the desk—I won't confess

The world is yours, and everything in it

It's out there, get on your grind and get it (ay)

I just be walkin' a tightrope, am I gon' always do right? No

Used to sell grams of that white coke on Ponce de Leon to white folk

Sometimes I wish my fanbase was more like J. Cole's

But dope boys gotta be the man like they know

Baby mama, I got several, several new hustles, a plethora

Cheddar, cheddar, parmesan, mozzarella, mozzarella

I been po' as Allan Edgar, never been a beggar, beggar

Even when I stood on corners and I served like Roger Federer

Jeezy the snowman, I make it winter time

Heard the streets hungry, well, its dinner time

No one gave me anything.

I'm sittin' high on them inches, I'm in the nosebleeds

I'm on a paper chase until my toes bleed

Then I get on these beats and let my soul bleed

It's all about the candy paint, it's all about the Vogues, man

It's all about the slab, baby, it's all about the hoes

Fuck y'all mad at me for, 'cause my belt got two G's on it?

Her bag got two C's on it? My daughter's stroller got D's on it?

Royalties, publishing, plus I own masters

I'll be damned if I slave for some white crackers

Anything you put ya mind to put ya grind to

I don't wanna work a job, motherfuck a 9 to 5

Every time I get a check, what I really get? Robbed

Livin in America, this shit is a facade

Got a bag and fixed my teeth, hope you hoes know it ain't cheap

And I pay my mama bills, I ain't got no time to chill

Most niggas make movies, but niggas like us make it happen

I started off starvin', now they got me out here Brett Favre'n

Tryna see if I still got it, got it

What's the remedy Hennessy, Coke

If you cut all your money, you'd still be half-broke

Made my first million fucking dollars

Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me

Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and binocular

I'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybody

Check it, I grew up a fuckin' screw-up

Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up

Stickin' together like flour and water, to make that slow dough

We worked for everything we have and gon' stick up for

Each other, like we brothers from another mother

Kind of like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover

Bustin' out the bando (Woo)

A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener (Bling)

I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip (Woo)

I went from Smart Card to a bitch with some smart lips (Skrrt)

Mics I steadily smoke, rhymes cleverly wrote

As long as I can rock a crowd, I'ma never be broke

I laid down the game for you niggas

Taught you how to charge more than what they paid for you niggas

Own the whole thing for you niggas

Do you wanna rap or sell coke?

Brothers like you ain't never broke

I started producing for myself and it worked out better because it didn't leave me dependent on anybody.

Playin' the game like it's supposed to be played

Makin' much more than a minimum wage

I live by the 10 Crack Commandments

Either you earn respect or you demand it

I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper

The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like The Vapors

Who's thе one you call Mr. Macho

Half a million dollars on a ring, I'm taking Percocets

Down five Xanax and I pray I wake up and forget

I can turn your front door to a drug store

Make any kitchen to a lab

Man, I hear these drug stories and I laugh

Don't regret my past because it made me who I am today

Gotta keep that hunger, it ain't never too much on my plate

You have to work from one point to go to another.

That take that street shit and that scholarship, and run a mall

I'm in attendance at the player's and the mayor's ball

Me and Top Dawg playin' rock-paper-scissors in court

A real hustler lose money just to go get some more

That one day is upon us, grab your fork it's time to eat, bro

"With all the cards against him, he used them to his advantage!"

Do what you gotta do to pay your rent

Only party with lame niggas at they expense

I been flexin' all my life, you can't finesse me, nigga

There ain't no stoppin' me

Constantly movin' while makin' millions

Anythin' you want, you can get, you gotta build it though

I blew up quick and lost some shit

But now I'm dealing though

Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it's water

Broke? Then fix your pockets, all I do is profit

The grain ain't enough, you gotta mix it with the leather

Your grind ain't enough, you gotta mix it with the hate

When it's all over what would I say?

We was crooks, tryna cop more rides than Great Adventure

I never completely go away

Control what I hold and of course be the boss of myself

No one else will bring me wealth

We work nights, we some vampires

Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game

A-yo, Queens get the money, long time no cash

I'm caught up in the hustle where the guns go blast

The fool retaliated, so I had to think fast

Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY

Miami, D.C. prefer Versace

All Philly hoes, go with Moschino

Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi