(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