[Chorus: West Hustle Man]
Used to post on the block and sell dope
Running up the clocks we didn't know
(But shit ain't how it used to be)
Remember days playing broke
Praying that my day didn't go slow
(But shit ain't how it used to be)
I hustle to get my folks' out the slums
These young niggas want bodies on they guns
(But shit ain't how it used to be)
I know real rec. real, these 80s babies gonna feel how I feel
(But shit ain't how it used to be)

[Verse 1: West Hustle Man]
Well respected amongst killers and bosses
Sometimes we sat around taking bout killers and losses
Lost a hundred on the road
An onion on the stove
And the dope gang will turn a good guy like Niko
And shit ain't how it used to be
I paid 20 than 23 then they started losing me
I ain't never had no quit in me I started moving green
Then they snatched my nigga C
I gotta be up on my seed
I gotta keep it realer than most
I still sleep with my toast
Can't put no trust in no hoe
That's how I came in the door screaming I f 2-0
And even though I'm a great player I still listen to coach
And my OG taught me everything
Never speak listen to everything
Hunnid pounds off in that chevy thing
Up a T and shoot with the mid range jumper
Same plug on the loud
Loyal spending 9 summers
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