Hustlers (feat. Chapo)

Alright E Playing all the tricks in my bag I'm a finesser Everybody say I'm hard worker And a hustler Gotta get this bread and stack this bag To the next one See the things I watch in my life I'm a checker Get him in his place Yea stop him just for nothing Ready to lose everything I'm playing on my function Black out on my birthday party Brother stop his guessing Always looking down on me Let's see who do it the next one See you on the next one Imma see you on the next one Yea yea Block Blocking oh my lock in lean Hurten soldier robbing feins Never coming back So why we speak on it My mind in peace Bro what you told me Opp is dead so show me Trynna get a payment with no proof You so funny In pieces Breathing in Gasping Oh he chocking Hit this shi with fire in it Method of the coping Pyramids is what we build Destroy me cause you trynna kill Messed up in his head So he raised like jackal Look a prey in his eyes break him out his shackles World is covered in them lies I wish I never knew it Miss it when them days was young And it was less shootings Always bombing other country's The Wrongs one's who be loosing This Chapo on the beat I came in the studio like 7 this morning Ready to kill shit Lets go Rolling up exotica feeling just like Chief Keef Niggas think I fear them Nigga you should fear me Walking down the wrong block get you hit with a Big B (Damn, f*ck) She I mean a Big G, the G stand for the glock I got a .45 and a .23 And you know that we get active I got shooters in the whip and we ain't on our way to practice And if we was you wouldn't know, we would have our hoods on and our masks up Not on the court but in the field, so you cant even call for backup You boys soft like charmin Ultra-Soft You can't f*ck with me Ahh Pulled up to the studio, in this bitch just me and E We on a track together like two .40's, clicking-blowing heat Take the drum out then reload it, bend the corner hit that street 2 times ain't enough, I'm Jordan gon get me a 3-peat Shoot my shot like my name Steph, I look away know I ain't missing Trying to get my dick sucked stupid it ain't no kissing Want me to eat her box she for the streets, who she think she kidding Treat my nina like my sidepiece, finger-f*ck she spinning You dub me in the past, don't come back around now that I'm winning Act like I don't know you because I don't, why you can't listen VVS' on my neck and wrist, watch that shit glisten Came up from the bottom, now I ball, Grant Hill on the Pistons Might go and f*ck a model in the hills, call me Blake Griffen My turn Blame griffin These wheels is spinning Whip is tinted Aston pimping Pick a model up And I tell her ain't no fucking kissing Only thing amusing me Is a switch glitching Only thing that's getting to my head My bro missing Empty out the gun mad my ma choose a good man Never want to pick my life So I pick who living Cut of the resource Cut off the acting Your crew full of bitches Why the f*ck you alway cappin' All the things I said to you I break you down Say f*ck your rules Controlling all the people How you get through your meaning Had to cut you out of a life Where you can't really need em