Raw Jet Life (Ft. Young Roddy)

And I ain't buying the shit that you selling you can keep that
Believe that, my nerve passing, call the weed man
Stone cold hustler I be that
True that, I'm asking where the loot at
Drew breeze flow, they like who that
New cat that's fresh on the scene, I ain't no new jack
No way, I'm fresher than some cogay
Rather chilling hustle than parle
I get paid like everyday, all day, shawty
I get mine, I make them pussy break bread
Waldy, a rider ain't a hustler what you called it
I put that on my camp, warrup Artie
For treat me like a brother, one love, warrup Marley
And they tell us that the world's yours, warrup Tony?
But just a year ago, man that office was a corner
Good thing I met my snow bunny broading off Dakota
Warrup doja, them niggas on that mary jane moving coca cola
And I only sip promethezine, I don't need a coaster, I'm raw

[Chorus]
I hustle hard till I'm dead or locked behind bars
I hustle hard till I'm dead or locked behind bars
I hustle hard till I'm dead or locked behind bars
I hustle hard till I'm dead or locked behind bars
And I ain't buying the shit that you selling you can keep that
And I ain't buying the shit that you selling you can keep that
And I ain't buying the shit that you selling you can keep that
And I ain't buying the shit that you whoa