Lyrics

[Hook] Let me tell you bout a hustler's life, what a hustler's like The queen's face is a hustler's wife Stack your cream mate and keep your hustling tight Through the struggle and strife, all the trouble and high [Verse 1] I've gotta keep going cause I've got a hunger for more When my album's done I bet I'll do numbers for sure My bruddas keep their mash dashed neat under the floor I'm the one on the block giving youngers the raw Sit 'em down, get 'em schooled up, keep your tool tuckеd Just because we wеnt school fam, we ain't cool fuck You ain't on this ting how I'm on this ting You see my pinky? Bitches be on this ring And you ain't ever been pitching on the block like me Or creeped up in the kitchen in the spot like me Phone blinging, getting rid of dots like me No you're not like me, you can't pop like me My scales full of dust cause you know that I weigh yay Fuck waiting for payday, I ain't on the lay lay Licking out the work and believe me it's grade A I'm a fly boy, you always see me in A.J [Hook] Let me tell you bout a hustler's life, what a hustler's like The queen's face is a hustler's wife Stack your cream high and keep the hustling tight Through the struggle and strife, all the trouble and high [Verse 2] Look fam I'm spitting real, you know the flipping deal I still flip and deal, I don't need a flipping deal My bruddas gripping steel cah they're hungry, been missing meals Yeah I've got grands but I'm missing mills This that shit you feel, that shotta music I done got stripes clown, I ain't gotta prove shit Cause I'm mashing all night akh, I stay on the grizzle Cats fiending as per usual, they stay on the chizzle But I've gotta stay out of the pen Fam I'm tryna stack for a big crib out of the ends But I'm still in the streets prick, been through some deep shit There's been times when I dashed food, times where I cheeksed it I put the work in any type of slums, day till the night duns When the birds chirping and the light comes That's what it's like son, a hustler's life On the block, you know I've got what the customers like [Hook] Let me tell you bout a hustler's life, what a hustler's like The queen's face is a hustler's wife Stack your cream mate and keep your hustling tight Through the struggle and strife, all the trouble and high [Verse 3] Late nights, I've been rolling in the cab with my strap Hitting up different boroughs with a bag full of wraps Coming home half asleep with a bag full of stacks I've got so many nits cause I've got a swag with the cats Like tell me do you want that? Cause I've got that Shot that, forty a pop, you should cop that You might see me in a fast car zooming Ask Haze, he'll tell you that my dock line's booming No time for losing, I stay on my grizzle And I just smoke fam, I ain't got no time for boozing I'm the perfect example of a hustler For a year, giving out samples to the customers Just to pick my line up, shift my grind up From dope to coke, had to switch my grind up Jakes took my phone, had to switch my lines up I'ma get paid as long as cats sniff my lines up [Hook] Let me tell you bout a hustler's life, what a hustler's like The queen's face is a hustler's wife Stack your cream high and keep the hustling tight Through the struggle and strife, all the trouble and high