[Murs]
9th, it's the remix right?
So what we gon' do is
Further define the term "hustling" cause
These fools on the radio got people thinkin
You gotta sell dope or, be a killer or somethin but
You could be in traffic right now
On your way to school or, on your way from work
You could be, flippin burgers, doin corporate mergers
You still a motherfuckin hustler let's go
A lot of people castin shade on the classic that we made but
Say what you say we just ask to get paid
And I might get laid if the remix gets played
So throw this on the radio like 50 times a day
I got my dude from the Yay, and my boy from H-Town
Goin hard in the paint, with my man from Smackdown
And you gotta back down, cause the grind don't cease
While dudes likes {*edit*} is hard to find in the streets
I hustle like the homey Fo-Five, rest in peace
While you bark a lot about your Glock, never had to walk the walk
You ain't a gangster homeboy, just a dude who likes to talk a lot
That's why you got your chain snatched in a Roscoe's parking lot
In the M-I-D C-I-T-Y
One verse'll melt the ice on your favorite rap guy
No Jacob on my wrist, cause that's not what I'm about
But I will find time to knock your favorite rapper out
And I'm a
9th, it's the remix right?
So what we gon' do is
Further define the term "hustling" cause
These fools on the radio got people thinkin
You gotta sell dope or, be a killer or somethin but
You could be in traffic right now
On your way to school or, on your way from work
You could be, flippin burgers, doin corporate mergers
You still a motherfuckin hustler let's go
A lot of people castin shade on the classic that we made but
Say what you say we just ask to get paid
And I might get laid if the remix gets played
So throw this on the radio like 50 times a day
I got my dude from the Yay, and my boy from H-Town
Goin hard in the paint, with my man from Smackdown
And you gotta back down, cause the grind don't cease
While dudes likes {*edit*} is hard to find in the streets
I hustle like the homey Fo-Five, rest in peace
While you bark a lot about your Glock, never had to walk the walk
You ain't a gangster homeboy, just a dude who likes to talk a lot
That's why you got your chain snatched in a Roscoe's parking lot
In the M-I-D C-I-T-Y
One verse'll melt the ice on your favorite rap guy
No Jacob on my wrist, cause that's not what I'm about
But I will find time to knock your favorite rapper out
And I'm a
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