[Part 1]
I put that nine direct at your spine, Survival's just been declined
So I guess Im not so divine, Maniac that's how im defined
Gotta get that Money on the incline, P Rod the way that I grind
Some say im an ugly cracker but my b**hes always stay fine
I got the Delivery just came in, lock the doors and shut the blinds
No hard sh** just boss piff, yours ain't better than mine
Get murked quick with that dirt sh** mine smells with skunk and pine
Do crimes all the time I don't give two sh**s cause moneys on my mind
I don't know what the hell you sellin, .7s with that dro smell
Try to play me with that bullsh** ill take your sister up to that hotel
I do that anyway, whatever, attitude on oh well
Hate me cause my flow swell, hustle up with that whole sale, uh
Same old sh**, its just a different artist
You're hating on me, because I go the hardest
Got straight dubs of haze, if you wanna blaze
Throw back a couple bombs best put on your shades
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle hard
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle hard
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle hard
Only snitches turn up dead on this boulevard
[Part 2]
We sit back smoke kush drop bombs
The law tried to turn my life into shambles
It all started when I got arrested by detective Campbell
Man If had a chance Id light him like a candle
Baseball bat to his face Mikey Mantle
Im not even playing, you'll never see me dandle
Put me on probation so now I face a handle
Can't smoke should I smoke should I take a gamble
Light a couple blunts on the beach grab your sandals
I just ramble on they said who's stopping you
Now I answer to em judge Mark T Apostalou
f** him, its not like I went and k**ed a cop or two
Hes pissed I came to court fly like a co*katoo
Get f**ed like a prostitute, grumpy old man
Kashmire only puts his life in his own hands
Ill go and pay the damn fine for this old man
Ask me how I did it truthfully I say I sold grams, uh
And committed to keep spittin
Got cool talent with the balance to bring the heat wit it
Now remitted from the b**hes who gave a fee wit it
The weed did it, I paid all 873 wit it
Now I'm back at it, about my numbers like mathematics
Intervention called something bout crack addicts
That's all I spit, murder bars beats in that casket
And you p**y's get eaten like when I last had it
I keep goin, hot flow flame throwing
Plus I got a lot of gra**, the sh** don't need mowing
It gets burned, but ashes don't end up in an urn
Illegally's the only way to pay that's what I learned
This sh**s absurd