Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul, Jay Rock - Still Hustlin' lyrics

Sittin in the hooptie, looking for a groupie
Bitch I'm K-Dot, act like you knew me
Got me fucked up me don't pay for no booty
You looking for a prize
Bitch I'm not no fool G
I'm hot like Cooly, sicker than the cooties
I got all the juice
You something like a Poomby
I'm soon to be the greatest for
The ages of the young
Watch the game like a raven
Craving rappers till I'm numb
Novacane can contain the pain that I brung
Bitch I shine like a microscope
Bouncing off the sun
Words bouncing off my tongue
Like a damn trampoline
Hoes manicure him enough the bottom of my
Jeans so I kick him off
Got haters pissed off, used to have no bank
Look at my account
You see O's like Rick Ross
I drift off to the moon, martian
Use the Big Dipper as a teaspoon
Parking my UFO somewhere that you don't know
Welcome to the C4 you see one you see four
Bombs in my peak hold
Bombs over Baghdad, son you niggas
You can never say I was a bad dad
Run you nigga like a marathon
This is when Vietnam meets the Babylon
Bring it to yo front porch
Tanks on your grass lines
I'm Mike Jordan in his prime
Jumping from the foul line
In order to see the king you
Gotta swim through the ponds

Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin')
Bitch I'm on my grind like
I ain't made nothing
And to tell the truth, I ain't made nothing
Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin')
Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin')
Started out hustlin'
(bitch I'm still hustlin')
Bitch I'm on the grind like
I ain't made nothing

K dot start it up you hear my engine bitch
Pussy wet paint sweeter than some licorice
I'm like the homie Nas
I'm on some nigga shit
More chains more whips hell
Yeah I'm living rich
We chewing MC's, like some licorice
Disrespect, get that ass smoked
Like a cigarette and I'm the realest yes
Keep these bitches wet
And we don't give em chips
We just give em dick
Got guns on me, cause them niggas hate
Better have insurance, cause I'm giving wakes
I ain't lifting weights, I lift them 38s
9s, 45s, big choppas aiming at yo face ha ha

Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin')
Bitch I'm on my grind like
I ain't made nothing
And to tell the truth, I ain't made nothing
Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin')
Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin')
Started out hustlin'
(bitch I'm still hustlin')
Bitch I'm on the grind like
I ain't made nothing

Paint bubblicious, just a lil rusty
It's Friday, been on the donut since Monday
Highway how I touch sky like Kanye, kill em
Black Ali boombayah killa
SWAT meet shopping, till I not need nothing
Ran between the legs of a naughty women
Say it ain't so soul, say it ain't say
I ain't fucking with you like Nazi public
Fuck em, fuck it, slide in the bucket
You rolling on adults I'm sitting
On the team summit t pain on
Back steat fucking puffing la la la
Like a Lil Wayne song
And why would I lie like a nigga in denial?
When I can tell the truth
And be free like style
Top notch TV don't touch that dial
Unless you finna wash up
You niggas better watch us

Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin')
Bitch I'm on my grind like
I ain't made nothing
And to tell the truth, I ain't made nothing
Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin')
Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin')
Started out hustlin'
(bitch I'm still hustlin')
Bitch I'm on the grind like
I ain't made nothing