Hustler Lyrics - Az

I'm a hustler, not by choice (1x) 

(AZ) 

I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell 

Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bail 

It's like Attica '67 when they, closed the jail 

Be careful, but promote yo'selves that's what they told me 

Involved but unconcerned fuck beef when it dissolve it does not return 

I don't leave, stagnate nor move off-beat 

So discrete very rarely do I move on feet 

I rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats 

Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets 

I blacks out never blind by the size of the image 

No disguise, homocide don't rely forensic 

Homes's finished, scrambling caught in the scrimmage 

12 shells ricocheting and it pours from the hemorrhage 

Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for moving backwards 

New York's number one draft pick 

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I'm a hustler, not by choice (4x) 

(Trav) 

All this nigga know is, get money burn a lot of smokes 

Lazy niggas was sleeping, I was wide awoke 

Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke 

When it's time to sleep with the fishes I supply the boat 

And I swear it hurts, I supply the coke 

'Cuz don't nothing scare me worse than dying broke 

Iron poking on my ribs while I'm laying in a Taurus 

I live this shit y'all just performers, it's a dirty game 

I seen thugs turn informers, crooked cops run in the crib, no warrants 

Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge, 

Got a female lawyer and she fucking the judge 

I was once told, that you reap what you sow 

And a, the scent of weed always seep in your clothes 

And a, it's Quiet Money so we speaking in codes 

Like, why should I trust ya?, nigga, I'm a hustler 

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I'm a hustler, not by choice (4x) 

(Animal) 

Unh, Yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just nice 

Like a ginszu blade nigga, he just slice 

And get y'all out the game, dog, it's not long 

Anybody can spit, faggot, but can you make a hot song? 

You're not wrong, like Biggie said you're dead wrong 

Need to get your flow tight, gotta get your head strong 

Watch us, the way we floss up in coat lockers 

Walk right past security, flippin' poppers 

Like what? who the fuck gon' stop us? 

Y'all wait until the summer, when this fucking album drop us 

I know y'all hate it, because y'all flows outdated 

You finished as an artist and I finally made it 

But I paid my dues, in this game patiently waited 

Niggas ain't gimme shit, I had to take it 

It's A dot, all year 'round I stay hot 

Nigga I play not, ride thru you're block in that grey drop 

They call me headhunter, the head is all I aim for 

The top spot nigga, what you think I came for? 

These words touch you, cut you open like a chainsaw 

And now you're your man is like, what y'all said his name for? 

Fucking hustler, motherfucking Animal 

I'm a hustler, not by choice (5x) 

I'm a hustler 

I'm a hustler