Hustlers On

[Verse 1:]
From my hood to yours, I be through on some clean shit, wardrobe, my chores, I dust those
Stay fresh dressed, that's all I know, I was fucked up before
I developed this glow
Through the light, through the light
They wonder how a nigga keep his flow tight
I tell 'em, I'm from the gutter where they box us in and try to dismiss us
Cut us out of the pictures, trouble how they depict us
So what I grew around heathens, makin' a name for myself
I was raised with the hustlers, I don't ask for no help
I only know to go for mines, I was told you could sell 'еm
It ain't no rules in these streets, niggas racin' thе wealth
It's so cold in this cut, throw it like Shakita
Money make a bitch flip like Lita
For the bread I'm at your front door like a Greta
Used to be a follower, now I'm a leader

[Hook:]
Yes, tryna get the bag, let the hustlers get uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, on, I'm tryna get the bag, let the hustlers get uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, on

[Verse 2:]
Spokesperson for the ghetto, I'm the anchor for the stock, drop Burgundy or the block, might catch me reportin' live, pop
And fashion, wearin' no need for a suit and tie, no greed for a Dude like I, I get green when you lose his tribe, spit heat
When you niggas cold, or truth when they rappin' lies
I put my all on the line, tell money all on my line
I don't answer these days unless money callin' my line, sucker
To this day I'm grindin' all of the time, fuck ya
The seed been planted, the growth process began, back to the wall with a pen, they got me rappin' again
Why do you think you can win ?, I'm killin' as long as I'm in, they lettin' hustlers in, you know they fuckin' with him
On top finally, this is where I'm tryna be, the Tree grows in Brooklyn
I know BK proud of me, came up from the mud
They been tryna do us wrong, stayed down by choice, now I'm on