For real, Yeah
[Chorus]
How ya gonna die?
When ya die, nigga
I'mma die a hustla
I'mma die makin money
(repeat)
I'mma die a hustla
I'm smokin weed and shit
My baby mama keep sayin she don't need this shit
She said I ain't doin nothin for my Shorty
I'm like "Whatever"
As I'm sippin on the forty
Uhh, Yeah
I got my mind on the come up
Cause I'm a G
36 ounces to a key
I need to be,
On the road with my niggaz from the hood
Screamin "It's all good, It's all good, It's all good"
I often wonder should I stay in the game
Cause I got too many enemies takin aim
I learned that niggaz that beef
Be tryin to kill niggaz
So if you see me hangin
I'm hangin with real niggaz
And I'll be bustin at bitches and shit
Tryin to get the ? out
Swervin at my ride bout to wreck out
Damn
I can't complain cause that's the life I chose
Nigga I'ma be a hustler til my casket close
And everbody's tellin me "You movin too fast"
The street life don't last
Look at your homie's that past
And even though deep inside
I know they talkin true shit
I still wanna do shit
Nigga I'mma die a hustla
[Chorus]
Ain't got no time for fuckin with hoes
They gotta wait
Cause a nigga gotta get his money straight
Cause niggaz be actin shady
When it come to green
Don't be fuckin with my money
If you come then come clean
You fools better wise up
I'm like ?
Cause I'ma to the nigga
Ask questions later
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