I was born in the ghetto raised in these streets
I am hustling getting paid cause a nigga gotta eat
My money is like leather hard for you to reach
My occupation is a street pharmicis what do you expect from me
I am paper chasing throughout the whole night
So aint no need to ask why I pull flights
I am out cha trapping till the sun get bright
and I am not leaving off the block untill my money get right
That A-1 butter make em studda it pulled me out of the struggle
Instantly on a rise like a hot air ballon or a bubble clutch time
Its like i am in a race on the block paper chasing at a steady pace
My Clientell are like the army when I re up they come swarming
Its like a Global Warming I am eating and still hungry
they mites well give me an award for hustle king of the year
Cause I am on point and I am right here
ima ball till I fall cause this is my year you could check my swagger you could check my gear
I live the life if a hustler I hustle I hustle
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