The Diary Of A Hustla Lyrics - Cassidy

Diary o a hustler, yeah 

Don't believe this nigga hustling, this nigga bluffing 

Look him in his eyes, the only time he cooking pies is in the kitchen oven 

He a born liar, I'm on fire like the piff I'm puffin' 

I'm high, so I'm about to blow, volcanic eruption 

This new fix so it's fake ass better break fast 

Because this fool ain't like an Egg Mc'Muffin 

He ain't the only nigga f*ckin' that shit he coughing 

this hommie d*ck ain't the only d*ck she's sucking 

I shrieked his wife, but I take it life, 

Cause she could barely take the pipe, 

She told me I need a d*ck reduction 

I'm so official, I let her blow the whistle 

Then send her home to you so she can kiss you 

That shit disgusting 

Niggas friending like they street pimping 

I take women to the telly and get them jumping like they Blake Griffin 

I'm on point like Chris Paul, when she taste the ace on that crystal, she cut like a jigsaw 

The kid ball so you mad as fuck 

But I let the air blow at your afro, give you a Cassie cut 

I'm tired of rap niggas acting though 

Yup, I'm rapping, I've been acting up since I came out of my daddy's nuts 

I'm on my grain, I do not sleep 

Too much adrenaline, my heart pump insulin, bitch I'm not sweet 

But you a sweety, you got diabetes 

So you easily coulda' died, you're sugar high 

I rap a verse if that don't work, I'ma cook a pie 

Or try to make a dollar bill selling Miley pills 

Even though I know that somebody will probably squeal 

I'ma sill push weight like a nigga that body-builds 

And everybody's real, but they say they trigga' blow 

But I taught them niggas snow high 

How I catch them the body fill 

If a prick say that he don't snitch, he probably will 

Snitching on my click will probably get somebody killed 

For real 

I'm placing a damn order 

The next state I solve gonna cross the state border 

You ain't seen the shit that I seen 

It's a big difference between getting a man slaughtered and manslaughter 

And you don't want them goons kidnapping your damn daughter 

Tying your damn son up, if the money don't come up 

I'm trying to come up, so I'm running around 

from when the sun goes down till the f*cking sun come up 

That Miley Cris who's f*cking my damn song up 

And the dutch that I'm puffin, f*cking my damn lung up 

But don't compare me to these damn young bucks that ain't done much 

After we lock ass, I what they pop as 

I'm your old head, you better show respect to me 

Definitely for I give you pussies a hysterectomy 

Hey, yo, none of these rap niggas can mess with me 

Them niggas is my sons, I'm about to get a vasectomy 

Punchlines is my specialty, 

Eversince I learned my ABCs, MCs couldn't f with me 

I'll pop your ass, but I don't mean sexually, 

Cause my trigger finger itching like it got an STD 

All my lyrics is dumb, 

You niggas pussy, I put a hole in you, make your period come 

I still part shit, say a lot of hot shit 

I got hits, I just ain't poppin cause I ain't got sweets 

Shit, I chop bricks, I can't give you stock tips 

But I can show you how to cut keys like a locksmith 

Pot whip and go to the block with rock bagged up 

Make the junkies grab up to make your money add up 

Y'all I wouldn't say I have bad luck, 

But bad things could happen to good dudes doing bad stuff 

But I never been shot or got stabbed up 

And even when I ain't had much I was still swagged up 

But you can't judge a book by its cover 

That's why I put together the diary of a hustler 

you can't, you can't judge a book by its cover 

That's why I ṗut together the diary of a hustler 

I've been in this game for years 

But I'm feeling better than ever 

I'm in a whole-never bag right now 

I'm real cocky with my shit 

Cause I know niggas ain't fucking with me 

I'll produce this track and I just tore that f*ck apart 

Y'all niggas better show me the respect I deserve 

Or I smack the shit out of one of you niggas man 

You already know what I'm rapping, 

Lawcity family is in the building 

Philly pistol venge is in the building 

Shout out to my nigga Bishop 

Shout out to my nigga Chubby Swag Jack 

Shout out to my nigga Eeyore Ap 

And Shout out to all the real goons in the street that got respect for a nigga like me 

The diary of a hustler 

Related 

Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs 

Refresh Your Christmas Playlist With These 10 Modern Holiday Tracks 

5 Totally Underrated Christmas Songs 

Photos