On My Hustle - The Mekanix, Iamsu!, Keak Da Sneak

A young bossy nigga, still a saucy nigga

Put a fork in me done, yep cross me nigga

Doping it, ask motherfucker, ya heard

Half these niggas is out here rapping, man these niggas is nerds

I don’t put that on, that’s my word

Go crazy from the first, second verse to the third

I was on syrup sipping, kissing the smoke

Coke white Aeromax in Oakland

If my back and hip poking, then there’s scratch to be broken

I need cash on delivery, sign the package and open

Out here on my, you know just how a nigga be

Put a nigga on I.E., act like he don’t remember me

It don’t cost a dime to stay out of mind

So seven won’t mind 'cause you out of time

Racks, I ain’t talking 'bout

I was in the game

I’mma fly fly shit nigga

Ridin' round checkin' my traps (checkin' my traps)

All of this ballin' baby (swish)

Put a real nigga on the map (okay, okay)

And life’s too short to be playin' with it

I was born too mac (you ain’t know bitch, too short)

Now I’m a go-getter 'cause my palms stay itchin'

Gotta get that scratch

On my hustle

Uh, uh, on it like a

On my hustle

On my hustle

Uh, uh, on it like a

On my hustle

Young nigga dreams tryin' to ride up in the Phantom (skrr)

I’m on TV like damn near every channel

Hoppin' off the mabtel with flavor haters can’t handle

Fliest on the planet her pussy in Tropicana (juicy)

Fresh Nicki, Nicki, I’m taking pictures with Iggy

Me and all my team we gon' split the green fifty-fifty

Shorty say she missed me I’m pullin' up in a hurry

Smokin' like a hippy, you haters hate, I ain’t worried

Aww shit, got me in the mix

Need ten million 'fore I turn twenty six

Boss up, burn up, gotta stack dough

Kicks retro, never let 'em see you sweat though

Ay, been a one from the get go

On the road to the top taking steps

I’m a pimp, on my own, fuck your mine

Heartbreak kid, you gon' see me on my grind

Cup server, certified money getter

Wig splitter, I ain’t scared of no nigga

Runnin' through these checks 'till I get a million

I just keep stackin' like it’s no ceilin'

These broke niggas stuck up in their feelin’s

I could really give a fuck what you want, dude

All I know is that new hundred dollar bills blue

And to this game I done stayed true

Keep a banger on me never been a rooty poot

Some of you niggas is sweeter than some froot loops

Fuck 'em all, 'cause tomorrow I’mma buy a coupe

Lil' nigga gettin' money like I’m playin' hoop

To my niggas throw that alley-oop

I’m really ballin' on you niggas

Point guard, I’m a starter on you niggas

Pussy fiendin' I can on you niggas