Hu$tle - Caskey

Ya all the shit i did for a dollar

I done hustle, i done stole, i done rob

Man fucking up a rapper not a problem

Ya 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 em'

Thought somebody should of taught him

When there’s blood on the leaves

It be looking like it’s Autumn

I go Jordan, buy the ring

If i ain’t got 'em then I’m Golem

I’m a mother fucking problem

By the dineros

Flood the whole city when it’s in barrels

I want enough gold to satisfy ten phaorahs

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 them 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

Serving out the nonsense

It ain’t fucking with my conscience

Drinking til I’m unconscious

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

This the dirt that gonna keep me enity

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 gonna share the whole thing

I’m one of the realest in my city

There’s a reason everybody know me

I keep it humble

But 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 rhymes out the AR

Cause i do dumb shit when i tape bars

You don’t see me rocking nothing if it ain’t ours

In love with fast money like I’m about to race cars

Tell the feds they can run up in the house

I don’t gotta keep a thang 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

Feel 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 about to score a touchdown and your hoe mine

Bitch don’t play about the money

Black Sheep 2 is here that shit is 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