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I said I was a hustler I meant every word live from the trenches smoking on a front leaf I be far from f*ck niggas that just want to front on me on success road we aint turning round we Got the cal they burned em down I was counting money I can count the dummies thats a waste of hustle day f*ck ya if you Aint hustle with me trax 4 years entertainment got now f*ck next they don't want me on I see they stressed got got me im blessed vest gun extra clips with me thinking bout a million dollars they thinking bout a million problems just keep the grind on my plate keep the fakes out my face it is what it is got to show em what it ain't tho failure not an option throwing bows in the paint strapped up in the bank working on my deposit game all these niggas do is gossip Mayne they going broke in the flaucing lane f*ck em we big bossing Mayne keep it real it don't cost a thing that fake shit costing them everything low key blowing on Mary Jane on skill block I sold ery thang now we world wide tell e open they eyes this wold I ain't disguise from nothing to something built this on my own had to get my hands dirty shoutout if you relate