(feat. Magno, Kyleon)



[Hook x2]

The game is a struggle, we gotta get scrilla

Fuck the fame it's a hustle, (it's Magno and Killa)

When you see us at them shows, on 4's or 24's

Pulling top notch hoes, (true hustlers get do')



[Magno]

This game is a hustle, but Mag's on a money plot

Catch me on a hundred blocks, entourage big but nobody do the bunny hop

And y'all think, the sun is hot

You ain't seen shit, I stay swarmed by a hundred bops

Getting crunk, whenever they see paper

Can't believe my wallet's more swoll, than A.C. Slater

And yours is low like Screech, I got fo' white freaks

In a black Taurus, I'm the black Zach Morris

Who has a colder flow, than my shit

 My whip equipped with hot shit, radio flipping too a Motorola Sidekick

When it comes to fly shit, Magno's a pilot

Since the last time that I spit, I just got harder

Hop out white Tee, S dot Carter's

Bitch pressed away the hate, so my chest got broader

The rest, got frauder

My paper bubble, courtesy of the hustle nigga



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[Kyleon]

I'ma let the screens rain mayn, pop trunk and bang mayn

Piece and chain hang, like I'm in a chain gang mayn

Everytime I swang bang, Killa finna lane change

Gripping on the grain, while I'm puffing on the Jane mayn

On any track it's a fact, Killa bring the pain mayn

To these other cats, that's trying to jack us for our slang mayn

So I'ma wreck and push eject, it's time to change the game mayn

And bring the noise to these boys, that's trying to claim my fame mayn

I'm flyer than a plane mayn, connected like a train mayn

Boss Hogg, Swishahouse we well respected in this game mayn

Don't make me aim the thang mayn, and put it to your brain mayn

And turn you five-dolla dudes, into a pile of change mayn

Killa Kyleon flow is, hotter than a flame mayn

I'm blowing up, just like a pot of hot caine mayn

Sick hustle game mayn, like I need medication

I keep haters heads turning, like a swanga's rotation mayn



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[Magno]

This is audio dope, A-1 no whip

Uncut numb your tongue, after one song you sprung

Inhale it hard enough, in one lung you done

And that's as real as it get, I'm on the grind

I'm trying to stay up in the game, I can't remain on the pine

And now-a-day's a lot of niggaz, hating for real

Cause I'm in front of cameras with the mic, like April O'Neal

That's why I stay strapped, for enemies

These days even your friends'll do you in, ask Patrick Dennehey

Niggaz swear they flow is colder than mine, before they heard it

Now I got 'em sweating like Kobe Bryant, before the verdict

Here's a napkin asswipe, now pass the mic

You should of known I control the streets, like traffic lights

Money stretch, like elastic right

Collection Plate all flows, that's a classic right ask your wife

But she might just say yeah, because I smashed iight



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