I'm from Harlem
Home of the Hustlas
You's a customer, scrams
I'm a hustler, fam
Me and you could talk money
But I don't f** with ya man
What you know about work?
For a 100 a grand
And you bringing n***as with you
They don't come with the plan
Nah, federal wolves sending the goons
We shipping that dope in them balloons
We putting that fire straight to them spoons
That's when they get higher, straight to the moons