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 nigga my dog got hooked on that shit and i don t know where you from but where i m from it fully be hard as a bitch i met a dope chick and went half on a kid it s just me and my nigga tryin go half on a brick i came up with a plan a master plan that ll get us out this bitch and i don t know where you from but where i m from them niggas selling all that shit my eyes bloodshot red but a nigga still smoking that shit 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 shit and i don t know where you from but where i m from them hoes be wiling in a bitch 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 fuck 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 and i don t know where you from but where i m from niggas selling all that shit born and raised in new orleans where most motherfuckers 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 nigga 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 bitches movin the yay some more bitches 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 nigga look where this rap shit took me 
['new orleans rap', 'soul flow', 'underground hip hop']