Tonart: E minor
Verse 1
Am
C
Dauphine
Am
Lewis told me something,
Double
O
C
The worst thing he ever did
Em
Am
was smoke a rock
C
Em
But I don't wanna fuck with
that shit now
Am
C
Cause I be higher than the cost of life,
nigga
Em
Am
That's all good, baby
Life ain't nothing but a game
C
So far I been to ghetto prison
Em
Am
Pimp player in the hustla,
trust no bustla
Straggly struggla, drug smuggla
C
Keep his shit up on the
Em
DL
Am
Cause all a nigga wanna
do is stack some mail
C
Hit a lick and bail, if I slip I fail
Em
Am
I stay mad at the world bitch,
can't you tell?
Mean muggin',
C
really don't wanna be thuggin'
Em
This world ain't got no lovin' though
Am
I ain't got none either
C
Misdemeanor crime, niggas be doin' time
Em
Am
In the county got my face
posted for the bounty
C
Fuck the world, it's trying to kill me, yeah,
it ain't scared
Em
Am
But when them motherfuckers
catch me, I'll be rolling fast
C
My eyes are bloodshot red, I smoke weed,
Em
Am
yes indeed, it keeps me going
A hookah's what I show them,
they label me a thug
C
Em
And every day I show no love up in this game
Am
I stand, spot myself, fuck the fame
Every day I'm hustling,
C
every night I'm hustling
Em
Feeling to these cluckers,
Am
this world ain't got no loving
You gon' have to feel me,
Em
Am
I'm bad at the world cause I'm rude,
but I'm hustling
Everything I'm hustlin',
C
every night I'm hustlin'
Em
Give it to these cluckers,
Am
this one ain't got no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me,
C
neither that'll kill me
Em
I'm mad at the world cause I'm broke,
I'm stackin' mail like the mailman,
C
Em
can't you see me rollin' in my dropper
Am
At the record shopper,
fuck the crooked copper
Double
Em
The loud street dweller,
Am
the loud street killer
Never drinkin'
Miller, wiser,
C
make me wiser when you try to approach
Am
guaranteed to make you choke
Down with
Red
C
Dog, driving hogs, bitch,
I thought you knew about that
Em
My crew be hella fat,
Am
fuckin' with the men, don't sex,
Super
Smoked
Dot,
C
Super
Lopedot, creepin' through your
Am
On my ride, cause the flavor's good,
Longstreet
Em
Am
Cause niggas in my hood makin' that grip,
we gots to straight em up, get with it
C
It ain't no room for no plunk,
so get your ass on
Em
I thought you knew up in my
Am
hood, we gets that blast on
C
It ain't no slippin' when you trippin'
and smokin' up on that dip
Em
And when you're movin' slow,
Am
them niggas spendin' up they money
Clip up on your ass,
C
cause it seem that you a freak
Am
we duck them lies and make that money and keep our hands clean
I got a warrant,
Em
Sweatin' like a motherfucker,
Am
blowin' up the stick with the lies right behind me
C
Niggas can't catch the dick, oh,
Am
You're about to make it in this town,
you
Every day I'm hustlin',
C
every night I'm hustlin'
Em
Feelin' to these cluckers,
Am
this world ain't got no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me,
Em
Am
I'm mad at the world cause I'm broke,
but I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin',
C
every night I'm hustlin'
Em
Listen to these cluckers,
Am
this world ain't got no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me,
Em
I'm mad at the world cause I'm broke,
Niggas
Runnin' about that dope house,
C
blastin'
Em
The niggas was tryin' to kill me, but I'm
Am
OZ, I had him unaskin'
Fuckin', hit they cuts for some action
Bought a
Am
Glock and set up shop
and started to stack it
Behind the tree I kept a
Mac -10
C
But the cocks suckin' loud when
Am
Tryin' to keep a nigga down
to his last end
I don't end for the spill I'm makin'
C
These so -called killers
Am
Stretched out when I pulled
his fuckin' tech out
Now back in my hood
C
it ain't shit to come up
Am
G -Ride fast and put a foot in
a nigga's ass
Spend every single dime
Em
And watch the cookie man
Am
pop up and flip a gram
Shit, and watch this two
C
-street hustler straight
Em
Get his game on, the slang rising
Glock, on another buster's block
Say your drama for
C
your motherfuckin' mama
Em
I'ma push away from here to the
And live like a hustler
C
Every night I'm hustlin',
Am
Cause this world ain't got no lovin',
you gon' have to feel me
C
Either that or kill me, I'm
Am
Cause I'm broke but I'm hustlin',
every day I'm hustlin'
C
Every night I'm hustlin',
Am
Cause this world ain't got no lovin',
you gon' have to feel me
Em
I'm mad at the world
Am
Cause I'm broke but I'm hustlin',
C
Em
fool
Am
C
Em
Am
C
Em
Am
C
Em
Am
C
Em
Am
You
Em
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