Hustlers With Discipline (feat. F.O.B Pook)

F.O.B nigga, funds over buns (Gotta get that boy a CCM, 100 bands) Gotta get that money, you heard Look, you know the more money we make, it's gon' be more problems That's no problem, cause we don't make excuses, we just go solve them Ridin' round with that drac, started from the bottom Them killers close, my name ringin', I ain't gotta call em Beat his block, ain't tryin' beatbox, like Spotemgottem They wanna see me fall, it ain't even autumn Lost too many to the system, we just tryna dodge them We don't cooperate with 12 unless it's Aaron Rodgers All these niggas, they my son, I'm just a bad father You could catch me cuttin' up in traffic like a bad barber A fan just text me on the gram, told me go harder Motivation for the city, told me I'm the hardest Say he waitin' on me to drop, cause I'm his favorite artist Ain't bout who the toughest, it's bout who the smartest Who gon' last the longest, who gon' go the farthest I could take some more L's, cause I'ma win regardless These streets don't love a soul, that's why a nigga heartless I was dead broke, young nigga starving I watched niggas eat in front of me, I shoulda robbed em Ain't tryna talk over the phone, this rappin' is my calling If everybody play they part, I know we could all win Ain't been the same since I viewed my brodie in that coffin Too much pressure in my lungs, that why I be coughin Heavy drinkin', overthinkin', I be smokin' often If you a soldier, throw a P up We hustlers with discipline, ain't fuckin' up the reup On pace, on race, nigga, we ain't tryna keep up Standin' ten toes down, just so ma could put her feet up I've been coolin', watch me heat up Crush some grabba, roll the weed up Spark it up and cut the beat up Stand on business when we meet up And for Poppoe, I'ma T up They don't support, but they watchin' every move Cause they really wanna be us Nigga, you ain't grind with me No, you can't shine with me Tryna touch money, then that's fine with me Better hit up, Flip you wanna sign with me On the stage with Nine, I had the nine with me You know I gotta tuck in case they try and get me I peep suspicions, get defined quickly Before I go, somebody dying with me Can't trust a soul, feel like they try and get me First mind first, then keep mine with me Soulja steppin' frontline with me Just keep it real with me Is you still with me? Would you die for me? Could you live with me? Never know when I'ma need it, I brought the steel with me Aint gotta tell me keep it real, that shit instilled in me I don't f*ck with niggas I'm a hillbilly A million dollars worth the game, I brought Gil with me This for the souljas that was marching in the field with me Full of blessings, but sometimes you know I feel empty (F.O.B) This for them souljas, man You know I just be talkin' my shit, you know, for the youngins and shit Came up how I came up and shit, you know Tryna motivate them young niggas, man Young souljas and shit, man Tryna motivate my city, you heard me F.O.B, nigga Big TDF shit, you know what I'm sayin'