Return of The Hustle vol 2

Domo get ready F*ck one time get pug on the line My shooter did a line and did a crime Just to pass time Rewind to a time you had to grind for the shine Now niggas go online and just lie for the shine You ever count twenty thousand inside public Housing Cowards web browsers I'm outside wilding What a bad stallion half Italian That was cap but it rhymed with the rap You know my queen , Mahogany black ass fat Few tats she getting paid off my raps Royalty for ASCAP you bums Still in the trap Can't get your bitch a knapsack I put designer on her back And she ain't even want that Versace robes cover cat On islands you've never been at Look at that a basic cat Bagging a bitch like that But then again I'm really that Designer clothes don't make you stamped These cold floors threw these amps Give body chills to my fans Got back from vacation Hair long skin tan a hundred grams Brown sand stuff and the Pepsi cans Push the brands or push the grams I'ma make sure my fam See their 40 acres and a lamb Put a mule in the van With more pinks than killer Cam Whole strip cost a band Toss my man thirty blues Fat Dan made the news Preaching to my crew Giving them game I never knew Until I hit twenty-two But by then I was through Every system Wishing I would've listened And paid attention To them old heads wisdom That they was kicking The seen grown man kissing Niggas fishing for the meat Robbers in the yard Trying to come up on fresh feet Shit is deep Can't sleep in your stomach I'ma keep it a hundred It's one hundred or nothing Blue bags Sunni world and three degrees Them other niggas is frontin My bitch only drink me and Tito's My amigos off set blow And fiends take off through the needles This is evil Selling work to your peoples When Mijo need shoes I pack tools no Home Depot Still ducking the Rico And still praying for my people We are not equal Return of the hustle nigga This is the sequel It's me versus me I have no equal Just me and my evils Ducked off in the Regal, motherfucker