cut throat

i know 'bout the hustle

loss it all

i know 'bout the hustle

i lost it and got it right back

i know how to stack

i keep it a stack

a hundred

not far from the strap

a flight to japan

my nikes was ten

my uncle got life in the can

smoking flight with my man

i watch what i post

these niggas live life on the gram

i swiped and i scammed

tomorrow and i promise they leave niggas right where they stand

these niggas be groupies

i feel like eminem when he writin' stan

got my life in my hand

predicted this shit all them nights i was playin'

i grew up 'round smokers

no lights in they crib

living trife for a gram

i put ice in the beam

thinking 'bout nights i would hide from them vans

get some ice and saran

my plug said he callin' me right when he land

i get right with the fam'

told kairi gon' make it

that's my little man

we supply and demand

i'm with the akhi for baggies

mohammed

my man

every nigga 'round me

cut throat

i could never roll up enough smoke

money coming in

where the love go?

you ain't got no work

where your plug go?

every nigga 'round me

cut throat

i could never roll up enough smoke

money coming in

where the love go?

you ain't got no work

where your plug go?

every nigga 'round me

cut throat

i could never roll up enough smoke

money coming in

where the love go?

you ain't got no work

where your plug go?

you ain't got no work

where your plug go?

money coming in

where the love go?

i could never roll up enough smoke

every nigga 'round me

cut throat

i'm smokin' to the face 'till the blunt low

i ain't ever gotta ask

where the blunt go?"