Mr. Marcelo - Selling That sh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Roddy] Better rap my way to a mil' [?] it's all in the wrist I used to hustle that snow, I was tryin' get rich Sell purp' for my n***a, my dog got hooked on that sh** And I don't know where you from But where I'm from, it fully be hard as a b**h I met a dope chick, and went half on a kid It's just me and my n***a, tryin' go half on a brick I came up with a plan, a master plan that'll get us out this b**h And I don't know where you from But where I'm from, them n***as selling all that sh** My eyes bloodshot red, but a n***a still smoking that sh** My homie girl start cheatin' on him And real talk I know just what he feel They say what go around come around Uh, I guess it is what it is sh**, and I don't know where you from But where I'm from, them hoes be wiling in a b**h And if you need it they got it They on the block 'til the feds come knockin' Ballin' be my hobby I gotta win boy, losing not an option I hustle hard to my grave I'm getting paid like every damn day Got money to be made, I'm making bread like a hunnid' different ways Better get it right and keep it right What, I shine bright like a street light Uh, yeah we beefin' then it's on sight I f** her good all day, all damn night I hustle hard all damn night I grind hard all day, all damn night Grind hard all day, all damn night Grind hard all day, all damn night [Hook](x2) And I don't know where you from But where I'm from n***as selling all that sh** [Verse 2: Mr. Marcelo] Born and raised in New Orleans Where most motherf**ers have small dreams But not me, I'm a true OG in the streets I was ballin' like Spalding All I know is get dough I could turn nothing into something man Rapping [?] trapping, lil' n***a used to call me hustle man I break a beat down like a brick Then serve it out to my beams Yeah I'm a mayor and a franchise player of the jets Homeboy that's the winning team Magnolia is my home, willow street was my court Soon as I jumped off the porch, the work start moving like a porsche Nationwide with my hustle gang I be getting money all over boy Never had to worry 'bout the local boys Cos they was too busy worryin' 'bout the local boys I was just duckin' the feds, really living life on the edge Weren't tryna' be in the cage, so I had to find another way to get paid I had a few b**hes movin' the yay Some more b**hes movin' the green And I was outta' sight, outta' mind I wasn't even on the scene OG, beep beep for that money boy, gets no sleep I don't even hustle like I used to, n***a look where this rap sh** took me [Hook](x2)