
Heart of a Hustler Dead End Alliance (Ft. Fat Pat, H.A.W.K., Kay-K, Lil' Keke & Mike-D (S.U.C.))
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[Intro]
It's going down hm ha, we on the South
[Fat Pat: Hook]
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Playa hating niggas, can't fuck with me
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Playa hating niggas, can't fuck with me
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Playa hating niggas, can't fuck with me
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Playa hating niggas, can't fuck with me
[Verse 1: Lil' Keke]
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Keke smoking tree, blowing up the industry
'Sace shades, Dobb hat, dressed to impress
Candy red drape and buck, TV's in my head rest
Rolling on blades, chopping up blocks
Rolley, bezeltine, baguettes filled with rocks
Two Glocks, what did you expect
Six hundred Benz, ten thousand on my neck
Watch this boy wreck, then recollect
Grab the black pen, and sign for the check
Notorious but glorious, I made it understood
Rap game executive, put it down for the hood
Mayn it feel good, to ride and get blowed
Billion dollar dreams, me and Kay thinking thoed
Breaking down the beat, Solo has provided
Dead End Alliance, Herschelwood has collided
It's going down hm ha, we on the South
[Fat Pat: Hook]
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Playa hating niggas, can't fuck with me
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Playa hating niggas, can't fuck with me
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Playa hating niggas, can't fuck with me
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Playa hating niggas, can't fuck with me
[Verse 1: Lil' Keke]
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Keke smoking tree, blowing up the industry
'Sace shades, Dobb hat, dressed to impress
Candy red drape and buck, TV's in my head rest
Rolling on blades, chopping up blocks
Rolley, bezeltine, baguettes filled with rocks
Two Glocks, what did you expect
Six hundred Benz, ten thousand on my neck
Watch this boy wreck, then recollect
Grab the black pen, and sign for the check
Notorious but glorious, I made it understood
Rap game executive, put it down for the hood
Mayn it feel good, to ride and get blowed
Billion dollar dreams, me and Kay thinking thoed
Breaking down the beat, Solo has provided
Dead End Alliance, Herschelwood has collided
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