Hustler Ambition
(Like the fire needs the air)(I won't burn unless your there)
Yea, I need you, I need you to hateSo I can use you for your energyYou know, it's real shit, feel this!
[Verse 1]America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love meBlack Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-PelleI take spit over raymo shit, I'm a vandalGot that silver duck tape on my Trey Eight handleThe women on my life bring confusion shitSo like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that bitchLook at me, this is the life I choseNiggas around me so cold, man my heart dun froze upI build an empire on the low the narc's don't knowI'm the weatherman, I take that coco leaf and make that snowSit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the doorO after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamingNiggas be scheming, I'm fiendin to live a good lifeThe fiends just fiendinConceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't seeThe penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
[Chorus]I want the finer things in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle)Nigga you get in my way when while I'm trying to get mineAnd I'll buck you (buck you)I don't care who you run with, or where you fromNigga fuck you (fuck you)I want to find the thing thats in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2]Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricksBlack talents start flying, when a nigga flipI cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with meMan my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shitSend me them seeds I'll grow 'em what they needThem ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronicAnd I'm selling them 500 a pop god damn itI sold everything I'ma hustler, I know how to grindStep on grapes put in water and tell you its wineIf you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook
What goes in my mind, it's contagiousHypnotic, it sounds melodicIf the rap was the block or spider, I'll be that potent productNow get a load of me, flashy, far from low keyAnd you can locate me where ever that dope be, getting money man
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[Verse 3]Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my visionMossberg pumping, shotgun dumping and drama means nothingIt's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switching lanesIn the jewels with your chainsI upgrade from 30 BS to clean VSRocks that I copped procedes from the spotI got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenalinePlayed it perf and get nauseous, watching the spinner spinI make plans to make it, a prisoner of the stateNow I can invite yo ass out to my estateThem hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shapePour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shakeI'm like the East coast number one playboy BHugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on meThe feds watch me, icey they can't stop meRacist, pointing at me look at the nigga ratchiHello!