This is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers

Out there on the grind, trying to satisfy the customers





This is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers

All the real grinders, I ain't fucking with you busters

That go get it, and come back with it

PJ I can't quit it, to the game I'm committed

Jealous niggaz and snitches, hoes and fake bitches

I'll be damned, if I let em interfere with my riches

And I know the consequences, if a nigga get caught

That's why I stay away from haters, while I'm filling the vault what









I put the G in gangsta, the H in hustler

Young Black counting stacks, rocking diamond clusters

From dusk to dawn, I be getting it on

The early bird get the worm, so I'm up in the morn'

I got straight drop, so fiends circle the block

They smell the cooking, or they can hear me scraping the pot

Uh ring the alarm, and tell em to come get it

They looking for hard white, and I'm the first one with it for the G's









This is for the G's, for the fact that I'm one of them

This is for the hustlers, for the fact I know a ton of them

Out the Boyz N' Blue click, see I'm the one that run the South

During the winter time, I spot it like a haunted house

Gouling monsters, fiends and things

How else you think I overflowed, the pinky ring with bling nigga

You see all these different colored, diamonds and shit

Well let me tell ya, it don't just come from rhyming and shit ya know





This is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers

Out there on the grind, trying to satisfy the customers

Never sell lying, trying to satisfy the busters

I do it for them Dirty South blocks, cause they trust us

I'm repping for the real thugs, shake the fake

State to state, doing what it take to make

Another ten G stacks, sitting fat staying hungry

You in it for the fame mayn, we do it for the money