Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter eights
What the fuck you gonna do except hustle?
You can come and set up a camera, let the video run
Guess who's back?
I'm like, "You should buy it, nigga, that's good business"
Back when rappers wouldn't dare play lyrical roulette
In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a wrapper
VVS boulders, oh, they're visibly set
You see Hova wasn't digital yet
Back when crack was what these pills are, I was a real star
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, lawyer chick
Befo' Steve Jobs made the iPod
With a automatic weapon, I was reppin' with a tec
Shoe box full of cash, dealer man, hand me ki's
A little bit of everything, the new improved Russell
Bought a 9 for non-stop glock work all the time
So I would write it if y'all could get it
Was gettin' head jobs, we call that intimate
Your lyrics did and your gangster look did it
And my real life, complete with real ice
The flow so special, got a 38 feel
Complete with real cars, no video ones
Pantries full of Arm & Hammer
Sure he's rich now 'cause he saw the shit, all this shit
The game's fucked up
But last year alone I grossed 38 mill'
I used to think rappin' at 38 was ill
Before the answer was a 3
That's big money talk, can you answer me?
But I'm just a hustler disguised as a rapper
Since this is a new era, got a fresh new hat
Don't take Nancy Drew to see what it do? I'm a damn G
Besides pimpin', you really ain't got the stomach for that
Critic on the Internet, they like, “You should spit it”
Just sent a million dollars through a handsfree
As you see, I can't leave, so I do love you
I know I ain't quite 38 but still
Head and shoulders, my invisible neck
Fresh like Mannie be, chain like anti-freeze
Ten year veteran, I've been set
Nigga's beats is bangin', nigga, your hooks did it
Forget this rap shit, I need a new hustle
I say that reluctantly 'cause I do struggle
That's why they call him Hov 'cause he came before all this shit
I've been through with this bullshit game but I never can
Bein' intricate'll get you wood
