Troy Ave - Banga (RIP) - Grind lyrics

I hustle, I'm a rebel, and no doors I ain't sleep in a couple days, in the same f**ing clothes You don't grind, you don't shine You don't hustle, you don't eat Trust no one, keep a small circle The code of the streets I hustle, I'm a rebel, and no doors I ain't sleep in a couple days, just getting to the dough You don't grind, you don't shine You don't hustle, you don't eat Trust no one, keep a small circle The code of the streets I hustle I got that pill white baby, are you gon' Cut it or not, my gangsta, the product's gon' go I put a sample of that loud in the air just to let you know I got it on deck for the low so you can shop some more I'm taking pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters Dollars, fives, tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, and I'm swiping orders Hit me in the summer, spring, or fall No matter the time, rain or shine, I'm on my grind I hustle, I'm a rebel, and no doors I ain't sleep in a couple days, in the same f**ing clothes You don't grind, you don't shine You don't hustle, you don't eat Trust no one, keep a small circle The code of the streets I hustle, I'm a rebel, and no doors I ain't sleep in a couple days, just getting to the dough You don't grind, you don't shine You don't hustle, you don't eat Trust no one, keep a small circle The code of the streets I hustle I be the man to sell you a dream up by the wishing well Might even tax you on that, spin off and wish you well Charge you overprice for some knockoff gas Or I could charge you full price, 'cause it dropped last year Or I could hit you with that promoter game, sell you a bottle ticket 60 dollars with me, 5 G's chief I'm in the club selling dimes for dubs Dubs for fifties, fifties for hundreds, if I ain't got it I'm a get it This hustle game, I live it Got smoked, huh The rollup too, I got that I got backwoods, dutches, raw papers, [?] Hustle's in my blood, I'm a get it how I live I hustle, I'm a rebel, and no doors I ain't sleep in a couple days, in the same f**ing clothes You don't grind, you don't shine You don't hustle, you don't eat Trust no one, keep a small circle The code of the streets I hustle, I'm a rebel, and no doors I ain't sleep in a couple days, just getting to the dough You don't grind, you don't shine You don't hustle, you don't eat Trust no one, keep a small circle The code of the streets I hustle