Stop Hustlin - Clyde Carson

I’m tryna stop hustlin'

But this shit keep callin'

I’m tryna stop hustlin'

But I ain’t tryna stop ballin' nigga

I ain’t tryna stop ballin' nigga

No I can’t stop ballin'

I ain’t tryna stop ballin' nigga

No I can’t stop ballin'

Addicted to the lifestyle

Every day something new stayin' right down

All my niggas we don’t never ask the price now

In that box shed niggas sittin' high now

Prollin' with the young hoes

All-white beamer like the Pope

I’m tryna give the youth hope now

But all my patnas sell dope

I tried to go straight but got pulled back

Chose on a nigga, came with her bags

Not homophobic when I say I don’t fuck with fags

I’m talking punk bitch, straight broke ass

Like?

funk?

flash, bitch down

When that money up I’m in town

I’m her dude but to me she just a pimp hoe

Everyday a nigga in style

Pool table in the den

Ridin' with half the stable in the Benz

My brother from another say he wanna see me win

Yeah, that’s why he slid it to me quick

As soon as he heard she was speakin' on me

Middle finger, you was sleepin' on me

Hella cash, how they greet the homie

Wanna quit but I need it homie

Had to push a hard line in these hard times

For that new 911 that’s all mine

I show up to the table with all shines

Champagne wishes bitches all the time

Putting Guccis on the concrete

I’m in the middle of the trial

I was a broke nigga now I’m paid

And I ain’t tryna go back