I'ma follow the rules no matter how much time I'ma get
I'ma live and die with the decisions that I'ma pick
Welcomed me with open arms, provided a place to crash at
Weight like I'm using 'roids Rolls Royce
Do enjoy the fruit of within my cash stack
Skinny nigga toothpick but, but I do lift
And I don't need no hook for this shit
This is not for commercial usage
Hustle cane, hustle clothes, or hustle music
But don't say I didn't warn ya, oh
Just in case a nigga got to use his rat-ta-ta-ta-tat
I'm more Frank Lucas than Ludacris
Other niggas ain't in the game so they practice hate
Her fear her youngest son being victim of homicide
Like Frank Lucas is cool but I ain't trying to snitch
Choices we make trying to escape
If I need it I'ma get it however God help me
Please don't compare me to other rappers
Holla that my Jewish lawyer
Keep my movements smooth while maneuvering
Flashback not having much, not having that
I'm so for sure is known for shi
Leave that boy Hov alone, why don't ya?
So fuck the haven for cave in, that's why we don't speak
The mentality I carry with me to this very day
A place to study math at, matter fact I learned it all
Compare me to trappers
You don't have to if you don't want to
End of the story I followed the code cracked the safe
Own boss own yawt, masters, slave
So let loose of me
Stay out of trouble, momma said as momma sighs
And I don't need no hook for this shit
And Luda's my dude, I ain't trying to diss
Through all the manurers in the sewers that I grew up in
I got the rain our direction'll soon change
Please don't categorize, this is music
Inside and either way you lose me momma
Burnt it all, this music is where I bury the ashes at
Made men ain't supposed to make statements
Guidance I never had that, streets was my second home
But I got to get you out of here momma or I'ma die
Had to get some hollerest, you can holla back at
To live and die in NY in the hustle game
But hustle hard in any hustle that you pick
Fuck rich let's get wealthy who else gon' feed we?
