I’m a Hussla
[Chorus: Tiptoe the Boss]
I'm a hustla baby, and I gotta have it
I'm a hustla baby, and I gotta grab it
[Verse 1: Boogie Man]
I ain't slept in 2 days, my motherfuckin head hurt
Sleep light, grab the junk, head in first
Bitch mad cause a nigga put his bread first
Stay low, cause I know how them feds work
And they won't get me, I chop more bricks than that nigga Jet Lee
They ain't frontin me, na, death to a key
The 92 bag, cashin out in 3
Shoe box full of bricks, can't grab that
No cash in the spot where the dope at
Cocaine no stress, like a Bowflex
Took a not, for a Rollex
Why your [?]
Only 5 on your lap with your lady
Got my name counting money in the trap, bitch
You think a nigga trippin on this rap shit
[Chorus: Tiptoe the Boss]
I'm a hustla baby, and I gotta have it
I'm a hustla baby, and I gotta grab it
[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
Scoob!
Tall money, small money, even all money
Wins and losses, it's not all sunny
Can't see cars, just dogs up in the yard
You hustle, I do it on the bullavard
Pushing ain't my thing, so I'm pushing bars
All liquor hit me, so I push it hard
Dope game Cocaine, left a nigga scarred
It's my brain, no pain, so my bars hard
It's really grimey where I'm hiding, if you tryna find me
Hustle hard since the early 90's
Throw that, push a pack tryna chace a stack
Yank back on the mac, lay a nigga flat
Push rap like it's crack, out the aftermath
Gutter tracks, gutter facts, not for the trash
Hustle niggas, muscle niggas, the realest
Born to hustle, so I [?], nigga
[Chorus: Tiptoe the Boss]
I'm a hustla baby, and I gotta have it
I'm a hustla baby, and I gotta grab it