If it don't make dollars
Then it don't make sense
Used to bag it point 5
Till a gram went for 10
That's how long I been a hustler
How long you been a customer
Accustom to the weather
If it change
I could adapt
Went from packs
To pushin 6's to the max
If it tap
Then Its a wrap
Cause Shit get tact
When switchin tracks
Did 100 off 1 jack
Twisted off that yak
Wall against my back
I take a oath To never rat
That's blood all on my rock
Knockins if he flock
We anybody K
If anybody feel a way
Pray before we play
We trapping safely so we say
We really only wishing
Just to make it through the day
Cause niggaz get missing
Maze or the grave
Wave after wave
Better save
Or be a slave
A city where it's gritty at
Known to get busy at
Shit be getting litty at
But shit could get tricky at
Cause niggas in a drought
Never doubt what the hate about
It's money
It's the fame
It's the bitches
It's the chain
Niggas on some weird shit
They a hate you for ya name
It's a shame
This the game
That we claim
Ain't the same
It's for clout it's for likes
It's the bitches its attention
I seen a nigga do a whole lot for a mention
You either getting money or you broke
So it's tension
Don't let em see you fold
You to trill to be a troll
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If it don't make dollars
Then it don't make sense
Used to bag it point 5
Till a gram went for 10
That's how long I been a hustler
How long you been a customer
Accustom to the weather
If it change
I could adapt
Went from packs
To pushin 6's to the max
If it tap
Then Its a wrap
Cause Shit get tact
When switchin tracks
Did 100 off 1 jack
Twisted off that yak
Wall against my back
I take a oath To never rat
That's blood all on my rock
Knockins if he flock
We anybody K
If anybody feel a way
Pray before we play
We trapping safely so we say
We really only wishing
Just to make it through the day
Cause niggaz get missing
Maze or the grave
Wave after wave
Better save
Or be a slave
A city where it's gritty at
Known to get busy at
Shit be getting litty at
But shit could get tricky at
Cause niggas in a drought
Never doubt what the hate about
It's money
It's the fame
It's the bitches
It's the chain
Niggas on some weird shit
They a hate you for ya name
It's a shame
This the game
That we claim
Ain't the same
It's for clout it's for likes
It's the bitches its attention
I seen a nigga do a whole lot for a mention
You either getting money or you broke
So it's tension
Don't let em see you fold
You to trill to be a troll
Then it don't make sense
Used to bag it point 5
Till a gram went for 10
That's how long I been a hustler
How long you been a customer
Accustom to the weather
If it change
I could adapt
Went from packs
To pushin 6's to the max
If it tap
Then Its a wrap
Cause Shit get tact
When switchin tracks
Did 100 off 1 jack
Twisted off that yak
Wall against my back
I take a oath To never rat
That's blood all on my rock
Knockins if he flock
We anybody K
If anybody feel a way
Pray before we play
We trapping safely so we say
We really only wishing
Just to make it through the day
Cause niggaz get missing
Maze or the grave
Wave after wave
Better save
Or be a slave
A city where it's gritty at
Known to get busy at
Shit be getting litty at
But shit could get tricky at
Cause niggas in a drought
Never doubt what the hate about
It's money
It's the fame
It's the bitches
It's the chain
Niggas on some weird shit
They a hate you for ya name
It's a shame
This the game
That we claim
Ain't the same
It's for clout it's for likes
It's the bitches its attention
I seen a nigga do a whole lot for a mention
You either getting money or you broke
So it's tension
Don't let em see you fold
You to trill to be a troll
Writer: Clyde Saint
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