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?"