[Verse 1]
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go round
The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds
The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas
See how shit come back round for ya
Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you can't knock the hustle
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more 'd' on me
Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is
Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive
And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens
Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz
And you know I put the mags on that
.45 mack with the flash on that
Who want it
Everybody sing along
[Hook x2]
Now I'ma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline
And I'ma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline
I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline
I play concrete
[Verse 2]
And when I move, I move out with the raw
wrapped
world
white
verse
twenty
squad
south
vietnam
soldier
streets
shots
shorts
shine
shaggy
saggy
round
right
riding
really
positive
player
ounces
culture
along
blueprint
album
bubble
dirty
throw
bread
shoulder
better
getting
watch
inside
paddy
nostre
bloodline
shoeprints
cruising
around
basketball
pounds
clips
wagon
three
hustle
tally
dough
concrete
crack
thunder
after
asking
hustling
whole
bitch
because
bubba
straight
everybody
before
weezy
pumping
eight
stoop
shining
floor
flash
bricks
gangsta
follow
nineteen
gotta
house
probably
inspired
insurance
knock
through
coast
lowest
skate
music
young
never
lives
nuisance
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