Pak-Man - Hustler's Life lyrics

Let me tell you bout a hustler's life
What a hustler's like
The queen's face is a hustler's wife
Stack your cream mate and
Keep your hustling tight
Through the struggle and strife
All the trouble and high

I've gotta keep going cause I've
Got a hunger for more
When my album's done I bet
I'll do numbers for sure
My bruddas keep their mash dashed
Neat under the floor
I'm the one on the block
Giving youngers the raw
Sit 'em down, get 'em schooled up
Keep your tool tuckеd
Just because we wеnt school fam
We ain't cool fuck
You ain't on this ting how I'm on this ting
You see my pinky? Bitches be on this ring
And you ain't ever been pitching
On the block like me
Or creeped up in the kitchen
In the spot like me
Phone blinging, getting rid of dots like me
No you're not like me, you can't pop like me
My scales full of dust cause you
Know that I weigh yay
Fuck waiting for payday
I ain't on the lay lay
Licking out the work and believe
Me it's grade A
I'm a fly boy, you always see me in AJ

Let me tell you bout a hustler's life
What a hustler's like
The queen's face is a hustler's wife
Stack your cream high and
Keep the hustling tight
Through the struggle and strife
All the trouble and high

Look fam I'm spitting real
You know the flipping deal
I still flip and deal
I don't need a flipping deal
My bruddas gripping steel cah they're hungry
Been missing meals
Yeah I've got grands but I'm missing mills
This that shit you feel, that shotta music
I done got stripes clown
I ain't gotta prove shit
Cause I'm mashing all night akh
I stay on the grizzle
Cats fiending as per usual
They stay on the chizzle
But I've gotta stay out of the pen
Fam I'm tryna stack for a big
Crib out of the ends
But I'm still in the streets prick
Been through some deep shit
There's been times when I dashed food
Times where I cheeksed it
I put the work in any type of slums
Day till the night duns
When the birds chirping and the light comes
That's what it's like son, a hustler's life
On the block
You know I've got what the customers like

Let me tell you bout a hustler's life
What a hustler's like
The queen's face is a hustler's wife
Stack your cream mate and
Keep your hustling tight
Through the struggle and strife
All the trouble and high

Late nights
I've been rolling in the cab with my strap
Hitting up different boroughs with a
Bag full of wraps
Coming home half asleep with a
Bag full of stacks
I've got so many nit's cause I've
Got a swag with the cats
Like tell me do you want
That? Cause I've got that
Shot that, forty a pop, you should cop that
You might see me in a fast car zooming
Ask Haze
He'll tell you that my dock line's booming
No time for losing, I stay on my grizzle
And I just smoke fam
I ain't got no time for boozing
I'm the perfect example of a hustler
For a year
Giving out samples to the customers
Just to pick my line up, shift my grind up
From dope to coke, had to switch my grind up
Jakes took my phone
Had to switch my lines up
I'ma get paid as long as
Cats sniff my lines up

Let me tell you bout a hustler's life
What a hustler's like
The queen's face is a hustler's wife
Stack your cream high and
Keep the hustling tight
Through the struggle and strife
All the trouble and high