Like the fire needs the air)
(I won't burn unless your there)
Yea, I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
you know, its real sh**, feel this!
[Verse 1]
America got a thing for this gangsta sh**, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spills over raymo sh**, I'ma vandal
Got through the silver duck tape on my tre-eight handle
The women on my life bring confusion sh**
So like Nino from New Jack, I'll holla 'cancel that b**h'
Look at me, this is the life I chose
n***az around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
Build an empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman
I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin
n***az be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
n***a you get in my way when while I'm tryin to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
n***a f** you (f** you)
I want to finer things thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know sh** about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talents start flyin, when a n***a flip
I cook crack in the microwave, n***az can't f** with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy-ar-50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed sh**
Send me them seeds i'll grow 'em what they need
Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic
And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it
I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
If you an*lyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook
What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be ontent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
In the j**els with your chains
I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo a** out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Cristal in the blender and make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got sh** on me
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointin at me look at the n***a-racci
Hello!
[Chorus]