Project Born – Hustla Lyrics
Artist: Project Born
Song: Hustla
I get the paper twenty-four seven, since twenty-two eleven
{?} blow the horn drive by I got what you need
Anything on the block from ten speed to weed
I’m full of {?} ask me how do I plead
Guilty of trying to feed my family
Guilty I’ll look you dead in the eye
And tell me buster you ain’t never had enough not to handle me
{?} love to the first degree, that’s what I am
‘Cause a n#gg# gotta get here, just had another kid
{?} dick where my sh#t live
Paper I’m ’bout, checkin’ me out
Y’all punk fame doin’ sh#t but runnin’ your mouth
{?} scratch paper, paper {?} scratch on us
They tryin’ to put a latch on us
{?} sippin’ Coronas
They try to {?} out the game, but they couldn’t do it
So I guess they try to break bones
But they still {?} for me to ride in this game
And all these m#th*rf#ck*rs know {?}
In the belly of the beast
I’m slippin’ inside like I’m slidin’ on grease
n#gg#s accumulate fast, came together to player hate my #ss
It all started one day I was on my porch watchin’ time fly by
Me and my cousin smoke and he tellin’ me how
Last night they got so high, dig this sh#t, man
You know I’m leanin’ on this rap game
Ain’t sold to rock since ’95, strugglin’
{?} gotta maintain, but bust a steel
Runnin’ my name like 187 robbery
Po’s on my dick like I just hit the lottery
n#gg# this Project mobbery, quit dwellin’ the sh#t that I do
n#gg# better get some cash f#ck some #ss n#gg# like I do
Y’all sittin’ around like a bunch of hoes sittin’ around bumpin’ gums
Hater had a pocket full of wolf tickets sellin’ two for one
Hater never had no hustle, hater never no heart
Hater never had no money {?}
My n#gg#s get down daily, maybe some of y’all done heard of us
Ain’t none of y’all n#gg#s servin’ us
When it comes down to the gunplay
A n#gg# don’t say what he wanna say
A n#gg# gon’ act how he wanna act
A n#gg# don’t talk sh#t when he on the strap
But without that {?} play like black jack
n#gg# {?} love and it was from the jump back
Now n#gg# where the gun at?
Make him think to himself like, yeah I should’ve done that
I hit a n#gg# so quick and hard
People run out the church like oh my God
People still call me B Note, ain’t no stars
Still ghetto drinkin’ liquor outta homemade jars
{?} scars well it ain’t no {?} we all in
n#gg#s be like damn Skee I thought we was friends
{?} if you ain’t competitive
Get the f#ck out the game, you know my name
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From the album:
Born Hustla [Explicit]
Release Year: 2016