Verse 1:
I don't need a notebook or pen cuz the lyrics in my head
You b**hes want some like pets that haven't been fed
f** with Latin Hustle and we will leave your a** dead
Or put your dead body under your parents bed
I don't do this for the money I do it for the fans
And I do it for my baby Yutziri, we stand hand by hand
b**h we a squad don't confuse this with a band
Hopefully one day my records sell 500 grand
For the sake of my family im tryna get out the streets
And you could watch me do that as I rhyme to these beats
Im like the f**in bogey man make you hide under your sheets
Latin Hustle will always win we will never see defeat
Verse 2:
Time for verse 2 so let me go in
My rhymes will bully your a** take a blow to the chin
Hip-hop is a game and my head keeps spinning
Shout out to Charlie Sheen
b**h im f**in winning
Can't send me to hell cuz even there ill be sinning
Im poppin off this is just the beginning
Charles is my n***a and Flow is a homie to me
And Young-E is my brother, he opened up the door for me
Yutziri and Lolah them girls are my managers
Nydia and Brianna they Latin Hustle savagers
And Teresa is Youngster's girl so you can't front with that
Mess with her and Young-E will k** you with a bat
Those people role with us and we ready for combat
Done with verse 2 so step off you lil rat
Verse 3:
You b**hes thought I was done but there's 1 more verse
When im done with this sh** your a** is gonna need a nurse
Say what comes to my head but it comes out good
You b**hes think you know me but im misunderstood
Reppin all of Drew Street cuz thats my f**in hood
Haters think I shouldn't bit I know I should
People say I can't but I know I could
People say I s** but I know im good
People always dought me but I know im gonna make it
Got the world in my hand
Ill take that b**h and shake it
People think that ima quit one day but my homies know ill never stop
This is what I was born to do
Man I love Hip-Hop!