(feat. Animal, Trav)



I'm a hustler, not by choice [x1]



[AZ]

I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell

Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bail

It's like Attica '67 when they, closed the jail

Be careful, but promote yo'selves that's what they told me

Involved but unconcerned fuck beef when it dissolve it does not return

I don't leave, stagnate nor move off-beat

So discrete very rarely do I move on feet

I rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats

Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets

I blacks out never blind by the size of the image

No disguise, homocide don't rely forensic

Homes's finished, scrambling caught in the scrimmage

12 shells ricocheting and it pours from the hemorrhage

Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for moving backwards

New York's number one draft pick



I'm a hustler, not by choice [x4]



[Trav]

All this nigga know is, get money burn a lot of smokes

Lazy niggas was sleeping, I was wide awoke

Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke

When it's time to sleep with the fishes I supply the boat

And I swear it hurts, I supply the coke

'Cuz don't nothing scare me worse than dying broke

Iron poking on my ribs while I'm laying in a Taurus

I live this shit y'all just performers, it's a dirty game

I seen thugs turn informers, crooked cops run in the crib, no warrants

Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge,

Got a female lawyer and she fucking the judge

I was once told, that you reap what you sow

And a, the scent of weed always seep in your clothes

And a, it's Quiet Money so we speaking in codes

Like, why should I trust ya?, nigga, I'm a hustler



I'm a hustler, not by choice [x4]



[Animal]

Unh, Yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just nice

Like a ginszu blade nigga, he just slice

And get y'all out the game, dog, it's not long

Anybody can spit, faggot, but can you make a hot song?

You're not wrong, like Biggie said you're dead wrong

Need to get your flow tight, gotta get your head strong

Watch us, the way we floss up in coat lockers

Walk right past security, flippin' poppers

Like what? who the fuck gon' stop us?

Y'all wait until the summer, when this fucking album drop us

I know y'all hate it, because y'all flows outdated

You finished as an artist and I finally made it

But I paid my dues, in this game patiently waited

Niggas ain't gimme shit, I had to take it

It's A dot, all year 'round I stay hot

Nigga I play not, ride thru you're block in that grey drop

They call me headhunter, the head is all I aim for

The top spot nigga, what you think I came for?

These words touch you, cut you open like a chainsaw

And now you're your man is like, what y'all said his name for?

Fucking hustler, motherfucking Animal



I'm a hustler, not by choice [x5]

I'm a hustler

I'm a hustler