Yeah, all the shit I did for a dollar
I done hustled, I done stole, I done robbed
Man, fucking up a rapper not a problem, yeah
I would talk about some bitches that
I'm trying to get with
Dog, but I already got 'em
Somebody do me like Drake did Meek
They go missing
You will never hear about 'em
I'm praying for your homie when they shot him
Don't go no where without it
Thought somebody should've taught him
When there's blood on the leaves
It be looking like it's Autumn
I go Jordan 'bout a ring
If I ain't got 'em then I'm Gollum
I'm a motherfucking problem 'bout the dineros
Flood the whole city when it's in barrels
I want enough gold to satisfy ten pharaohs
Rappers thinking they in style
When they in'apparel
Fuck a bitch, me and money we in wedlock
It's serious
And about her I go red dot, period
They was running game so I put
'em at a dead stop now it's just my day ones
Tighter than a dreadlock
Think they running up on one of us, boy
They best not
We serving up the nonsense (yeah)
It ain't fucking with my conscience (yeah)
Drinking 'til I'm unconscious (yeah)
I was made to hustle
I was made to count big bags of
Cash with all of my brothers
I was made to hustle
I was taught how to get cash and
Count this shit like no other
I know how to hustle
Did some dirt in Bokey, me and T
Moving quarter bags of the OG
Only care about the money
I ain't really into stunting
So I'm sitting lowkey my homie told me
"Don't even take a risk if you
Ain't gon' sell the whole thing"
I'm one of the realest in my city
There's a reason everybody know me
I keep it humble
You a fraud, trying to play hard
Call ya bluff, this ain't poker
We don't play cards the world is yours
Gotta find an outlet, plug it in
And then take charge
They tried to stop us now
They sitting in the graveyard
I'm in the streets letting rounds out the AR
'Cause I do dumb shit when I take bars
You don't see me rocking nothing
If it ain't ours
In love with fast money like
I'm 'bout to race cars
Whoa, all the shit I did for a dollar
I done hustled, I done stole, I done robbed
Man, fucking up a rapper not a problem
I would talk about some bitches that
I'm trying to get with
Dog, but I already got 'em
Somebody do me like Drake did Meek
They go missing, you will
Never hear about 'em, ah!
I was made to hustle
I was made to count big bags of
Cash with all of my brothers
I was made to hustle
I was taught how to get cash and
Count this shit like no other
I know how to hustle
Tell the feds they could run up in the house
I ain't gotta keep a thing in the couch
That's my girl, made the 808 my spouse
When I fuck her it make everybody bounce
Told my homies, "no time to waste
Every second really counts"
We got big deals nowadays
I be losing money trying to serve an ounce
Getting it by all accounts
I'm saying we been at it for a long time
Feeling like I'm sitting on a gold mine
Don't ask me why the label
Ain't giving me no shine
Baby told me I don't need a cosign
Prove it when it's showtime
Feel like I did this shit in no time
I was patient waiting for it to be go time
Now I got it, every play
I'm at the goal line
I'm 'bout to score a touchdown
And your hoe mine
Bitch bet' not play 'bout the money
Black Sheep 2 is here
That shit no longer coming
The streets was waiting
I could feel the hunger
I'm back good as ever, away from the slumber
Just give me a number
I came by to flood the whole summer
We serving up the nonsense
Drinking til I'm unconscious
It ain't fucking with my conscience
I was made to hustle
Yeah, born in it, born rich
This a lifestyle, boy
Stand up or stand tall, nigga
G up or don't ball, boy how we do it
Young Caskey, it's your turn, boy
Riding with you, we riding with you
Big money popping, top floor type shit
Suites, hella seats, nigga
Hella choppers, yeah
Sand, beach, water, and bitches, nigga
GTVodka, light one, smoke out the pound, GT
Boy ay, Caskey, get the drugs, nigga
We lit up, live up, brrrat!
Orlando, stand up
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Hu$tle - Caskey
