Latin Hustle - This Is How It Goes lyrics

[Young E] [Verse 1] This is me and no one else, nah, f** everyone else Ninja sk**s, got that stealth My sh** be too bad for your health And plus I'm taking all of this wealth Opening gunfire, leave your body to melt Karate master, wearing a f**ing black belt But the real story is about me being gee And I'm still a teenager, that loves tee And plus, I'm down to f** up any enemy But f** fighting, I'm just tryna love And f** the badness, I'm just tryna be above Everything bad that's been in my path Or in my road, maybe both, or that got me mad Every obstacle that blocked the good in my task And I'm about to k** every foe sh**, but who's down to go toe to toe With me? I know most of these rappers won't Cause there's barely a match for Young E-vil Little E, bro, or maybe Evaristbro And I swear, I'm sending wackers to hell And I ain't getting caught, cause f** jail Why k**, when there's kidnap and sell? Sell my enemies, make a profit, oh well Cause that's good enough for me I keep my sh** gee and gee ain't Genny I started off with Aileen, so let that be A Now I'm at Teresa, but I ain't afraid That I'll lose her so she's my Z I got a shortened alphabet but that's all I need See, I am too gee but I'm ahead like 6G But I'm flyer than a G6, so B-Y-E [Verse 2] You already know E ain't fronting, no I'm way past the point of no return, bro So I let this green paradise burn slow But I ain't an opening act like the first show b**h, that's a big no-no, hoes praying to the LH logo And we slowly murdering this game And all we doing to our enemies is bringing pain And sh**, we insane, cannot be tamed Let your blood spill, it'll still stain sh**, I'm so ill in the brain And you know this is how it goes You know Latin Hustle be k**ing all foes Ain't we on some other sh**, call us slow And n***as ain't down to go toe to toe With this mighty clique, Latin Hustle Gee Clique And while you're already on the floor Tell your b**h to get off my dick Stupid tricks, you hoes really ain't sh** No match to my Mach 6 sh** Teen, too gee, let the cum drip Hoes want everything like they're down to strip For the f** of it, just get the pole Little girls already got their souls sold Now these harsh nights got them feeling so cold But I'm fly and my swag's in place Number 1 choice, swag up in your face And on trill sh**, true and real Bout to steel spotlights, so feel My wrath and my cold steel Just another Mexican having s** again Ima f**ing failure and a wrecked friend Ima f**ing loser and a hexed ten [Verse 3] This is me like a f**ing Demi Lovato song So I say f** it, ima just hit that f**in' bong But like I said before, I'm the f**in' bomb And I keep my sh** fresh unlike that one f**in' Tom sh**, I'm Goin' In like I'm Lil' Wayne or Drake But I'm just tryna be me for my own sake And the sooner I'm big, the less time it'll take And f** going to sleep, I'm just tryna stay awake Cause d**h and sleep are f**ing roommates In this Rap Game Condo, f**ing up new fakes But I keep it G like it's a f**ing kids movie And I'm just tryna stay in school, saying f** juvie Got my girl here like "stick it in the booty" And I love my girl, we saying always and forever And I love my girl, we staying always together And I'm fresher than the freshest, call me queso fresco But the show must go on, like I'm Lupe Fiasco But I'm kinda Odd like I'm Earl, Tyler, or Taco So I just stay on my E sh**, and I stay Young Outcome is Young E, but don't ask why your girls tongue Is hugging mine, sh**, ask her, I got enough problems And like a test, I can only solve some I'm the youngest E out there I bet there's others but I'm surely the best version And after I'm done, what's a f**ing virgin? Fresher than a train, chicka chicka choo choo I'm out till the next verse or until Me And You [Verse 4] This is the last verse, last but not least I own the rap game, and your name ain't on the lease sh**, I got these hoes by a leash f** with me and you're dead, capish? I'm goin' B.I.G. on this game, where's 2Pac? And I'm way too gee, planting money crops But you're done, 3 days with me tops Like you're wearing rock socks While you pop shots with the co*k blocks And I ain't even done Running this Latin Hustle game without the run And I love every hater under the sun Cause without y'all, I ain't sh** I'm just another b**h, tryna get big Tryna get girls to s** my dick But now I ain't even gotta try All I gotta do is stay so fly But I wonder why I am who I am Cause I could be a way different man Just by one road, just by one traffic jam Just by one gun that likes to say "BAM!" I'm throwing up Latin Hustle like it's Friday Latin Hustle Day, sh**, that's my day So you better make way for Latin Hustle Royalty I love my life, staying loyal to tee And I'm f**ing up any protester I wanna see a protester when this nine test ya sh**, or when this f**ing nine checks ya I love my fans and I know they love me too sh**, and I'm done till Me And You