Dnyc3 - Stop Hustlin lyrics

[Chorus:] I'm tryin to stop hustlin But the street keep callin I'm tryin to stop But I ain't tryin to stop ballin n***a I ain't tryin to stop ballin n***a No i can't stop ballin I ain't tryin to stop ballin n***a No i can't stop ballin [Verse 1:] I'm, addicted to the lifestyle Everyday something new stand right down All my n***as we don't never have to price now In that box shed, n***as sittin high now Prolling with the young hoes All white bimmer like the Pope I'm tryin to get a youth hope now But all my partners sell dope I try to go straight but got pulled back Choose on a n***a came with her bag Now all my fellas when i say i do f** with f*gs I'm talking punk b**hes, straight broke a** Like four flash b**h gone When that money up i'm in town I'm her dude but to me she just a pimp hoe Everyday a n***a in style [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Pool table in the rare Rather have a stable than Benz My brother from another says he wanna see me win Yea, that's why he slid it to me quick As soon as he heard she was speakin on me Middle finger, he was sleepin on me Hella cash, how they greet the homie Wanna quit but i need it homie To push a hard line in these hard times For that new 911 that's all mine I show up to the table with all shines Champagne wishes b**hes all the time Putting peaches on the concrete I'm in the middle of the trial I was a broke n***a but now i'm paid An I ain't tryin to go back [Chorus]