i still hustle til the sun come up i m from harlem so my ones still up it s a cold winter i m selling dope getting bundles off same block we got money we had rumbles off back then they used to wish me well but they ain t know i used to wish as well i was stealing quarters out the wishing well it was real back then i was a different male bitches wouldn t fuck me cuz i used to kiss and tell you damn right i did it my nigga use to call the homies like yo i hit it my nigga i m nino man you know these hoes be winning my nigga she wanna count money but no i shouldn t my nigga i was making money off the block like always kept a burner in the building where the mail be mail man asked where i get it he like tell me i m like nigga please just tell me when i get mail b if you from the streets real niggas heard you came from the sewer like a ninja turtle ya ll know nino man always speak the realist but i ma let the big bro freeway kill this ex drug dealers from bandles to villas they seen a pick they wonder what the deal is they said i need a grip they said it s no sweat you bomb funk flex and stay next to them 5 peelers check my credentials 100 million later joint venture the same label was al qaeda from the benches to world stardom my crew made it no we can t go cuz we so soulful like miles davis down the way i sold rocks to my neighbors now i ma rockstar repped the roc on stages had to switch up the cadence to stack up my wages it s a given need that college tuition for the babies on a daily had 3 wings fried rice and gravy used to push squadders now we ride mercedes used to rhyme for free but now ya ll gotta pay me boy i m straight stuntin kayslay me haters wanna lay me mad cuz the radio play me these people wanna doa me that s why i keep the jammy everywhere i go coming for them grammy s like my nigga from chicago it s your chance better go hard as i go nice with the hands hit ya ll niggas wit a combo still knocking niggas off their high horse tonto i m roc nation s muscle head honcho we vacate at brussels eat waffles we law low in the bay cuz we mobsters nigga