I be like, "**** the world and everybody in it" sometimes At times, I feel like I'm alone, like all my friends in my mind Say Hustle God, got street cred, boy, I never fell off my grind The most respected in this ****, just to walk in the sky Could tell if you a foreign, shoot ya from the look in this eye Maybe if I do bands up, show him a glimpse of that side My father-side easy to spot you sparkin', you catch that five If I burn you, third-degree, you may or may not survive, puss' Smoking, *****, I got the same plug as Spit Vicious 24k, **** off *****, yeah, the blunt tastes like gold, it's delicious Keep on talkin', boy, we know that you's a *****, you fictitious Rattin' out a woadie for a bag of silver, you Judas-ish I do this ****, Hustle Fam ambitious Slit wrist fistin' ******* I ain't fresh to death, my death is fresh I'm so clean, but still got glitches Diggin' in a grave, *****, I'm looking for the riches (*****, I'm looking for the riches, yuh) $ui–, $ui– Just another day high as **** Riding 'round, blowin' pounds with the windows up I'm just addicted to drugs, but I ain't ever giving up You ever walk up in a room and see no face you can trust? Treat these hoes how I want, shoot mother****ers for fun If I was you, I wouldn't smoke with me You never know what's up in my blunt I was taught to rob and serve, make a sucker bite the curb Walking slow and talking slurred, spillin' syrup on my shirt
[00:31.57]I be like, "**** the world and everybody in it" sometimes [00:35.32]At times, I feel like I'm alone, like all my friends in my mind [00:39.29]Say Hustle God, got street cred, boy, I never fell off my grind [00:43.31]The most respected in this ****, just to walk in the sky [00:47.25]Could tell if you a foreign, shoot ya from the look in this eye [00:51.23]Maybe if I do bands up, show him a glimpse of that side [00:55.19]My father-side easy to spot you sparkin', you catch that five [00:59.25]If I burn you, third-degree, you may or may not survive, puss' [01:07.99]Smoking, *****, I got the same plug as Spit Vicious [01:11.61]24k, **** off *****, yeah, the blunt tastes like gold, it's delicious [01:15.43]Keep on talkin', boy, we know that you's a *****, you fictitious [01:19.39]Rattin' out a woadie for a bag of silver, you Judas-ish [01:23.68]I do this ****, Hustle Fam ambitious [01:26.85]Slit wrist fistin' ******* [01:28.93]I ain't fresh to death, my death is fresh [01:31.45]I'm so clean, but still got glitches [01:33.92]Diggin' in a grave, *****, I'm looking for the riches [01:37.86](*****, I'm looking for the riches, yuh) [01:41.32]$ui–, $ui– [01:44.27]Just another day high as **** [01:47.38]Riding 'round, blowin' pounds with the windows up [01:51.07]I'm just addicted to drugs, but I ain't ever giving up [01:55.06]You ever walk up in a room and see no face you can trust? [01:59.03]Treat these hoes how I want, shoot mother****ers for fun [02:03.04]If I was you, I wouldn't smoke with me [02:06.10]You never know what's up in my blunt [02:08.82]I was taught to rob and serve, make a sucker bite the curb [02:12.80]Walking slow and talking slurred, spillin' syrup on my shirt
