(Verse 1)
b**h I'm back up in this sh** and I'm f**in' out of line
Lil Ace up in this, b**h, Latin Prince of f**in' Rhymes
Im not gonna lie but I don't bang
Latin Hustle is the only thing I bring
Lil Ace in this sh** doin what I do best
My motto is f** my life, f** the world, and f** the rest
Wanna f** with us you get a bullet in your chest
Homie we don't front cuz we know we the best
Shout out Young-E & Lady Flow them kids got my back
We have all that f**in' swagger and thats what y'all b**hes lack
Love me or hate me b**h I don't give a f**
Mess with Latin Hustle b**h you'll run out of luck
Latin Hustle Squad b**h don't fukkin hate
Eat your a** alive b**h im hungry and haven't ate
(Verse 2)
This the 1st impression, homie, let me do my thing
When I make it big ima have all of dat fukkin bling
Latin Hustle Squad b**h give us our championship ring
I know you want more let me see what I could bring
Raised in the ghetto homie shout out Drew Street
My rhymes taste like candy that sh** is too f**in' sweet
Give me beats, pens, and paper you won't come out alive
Latin Hustle in this sh** b**h I got a lot of time
Murder beats and k** the rhymes b**h that's what I live for
Don't bother me b**h I'll k** your a** ho
Can't match up to what we got in store
Taking out haters, snitches, we start from the core
b**hes get a lot but they ask for more
f** with Latin Hustle and you'll get your a** torn
This is hip-hop sh** don't confuse dis for a poem
f** it man thats all I have time to go back home