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!