AZ, Animal, Trav - Hustler letra de (lyrics)

I'm a hustler, not by choice

I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell
Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bail
It's like Attica '67 when
They closed the jail be careful
But promote yo'selves that's what
They told me
Involved but unconcerned fuck beef when it
Dissolve it does not return
I don't leave, stagnate nor move off-beat
So discrete very rarely do I move on feet
I rough-ride twin rugers on the
Sides of my seats
Drive-by's, bodies left on both
Sides of the streets
I blacks out never blind by
The size of the image
No disguise, homocide don't rely forensic
Homes's finished
Scrambling caught in the scrimmage
12 shells ricocheting and it
Pours from the hemorrhage
Get the casket embalm and forget
The bastard for moving backwards
New York's number one draft pick

I'm a hustler, not by choice

All this nigga know is
Get money burn a lot of smokes
Lazy niggas was sleeping, I was wide awoke
Not a joke, creep on snitches
Niggas gotta choke
When it's time to sleep with the
Fishes I supply the boat
And I swear it hurts, I supply the coke
'Cuz don't nothing scare me
Worse than dying broke
Iron poking on my ribs while
I'm laying in a Taurus
I live this shit y'all just performers
It's a dirty game
I seen thugs turn informers, crooked
Cops run in the crib, no warrants
Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge
Got a female lawyer and she fucking the judge
I was once told, that you reap what you sow
And a
The scent of weed always seep in your clothes
And a
It's Quiet Money so we speaking in codes
Like, why should I trust ya?, nigga
I'm a hustler

I'm a hustler, not by choice

Unh, Yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just nice
Like a ginszu blade nigga, he just slice
And get y'all out the game, dog
It's not long anybody can spit, faggot
But can you make a hot song?
You're not wrong
Like Biggie said you're dead wrong
Need to get your flow tight
Gotta get your head strong
Watch us, the way we floss up in coat lockers
Walk right past security, flippin' poppers
Like what? who the fuck gon' stop us?
Y'all wait until the summer
When this fucking album drop us
I know y'all hate it
Because y'all flows outdated
You finished as an artist and
I finally made it but, I paid my dues
In this game patiently waited
Niggas ain't gimme shit, I had to take it
It's A dot, all year 'round I stay hot
Nigga I play not
Ride thru you're block in that grey drop
They call me headhunter
The head is all I aim for
The top spot nigga
What you think I came for?
These words touch you
Cut you open like a chainsaw
And now you're your man is like
What y'all said his name for?
Fucking hustler, motherfucking Animal

I'm a hustler, not by choice i'm a hustler
I'm a hustler