True Hustler

歌詞

(1st Verse) Im a true hustler I got the best product/ No Rims on the Bentley cuz i just got it/ Im bout to customize it take the roof off it/ Throw a system in it Some twenty twos on it/ I got a chrome ruger yea i really love her/ The whole block run everytime i finger fuck her/ Yea the mink draggin plus the porsche ridin/ I aint forget about them lames man they all dyin/ It aint no question bout who get weight/ I lived in hotels for two years straight/ He needed two O's I met em at burger king/ He soft as baby shit this nigga wont hurt a thing/ Yea i kno homie i used to fuck his chick/ Plus I was hittin em with work he fucked up a brick/ We came too his momma house wit big 45s/ He paid me my money thats why his ass still alive/ (2nd Verse) Die for my respect fifty shots sprayin for it/ You aint frontin me shit why cuz im payin for it/ Drop it to the bottom come back one for one/ I let a smoker test it he said it numbed his gums/ No piano we touch keys/ What you kno about that but we aint PSC/ We D.I.P.S/ If a Nigga tryna front give em 21 like he wanna see I.D./