Letter to the Streets Young Scooter (Ft. Young Thug)

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Yeah, count up

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
You a hustler right?
You out on that corner, you out there thuggin'
Is you livin' that street life?
This a letter to you, better stay on your grind
Don't make dollars, don't make sense
Keep that on your mind
This a letter to the streets
You out there broke? You need some hustle?
Pay attention to me
This a letter to the streets
Got like ten different hustles
Each one worth a whole lot of money

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
I know a young nigga who lost his life
Standin' on that corner and ain't even sold no white
Think the streets a game, you'll play yourself
White chalk, now you hood memories
Bricks cause a whole lot of murder scenes
I promise you ain't seen all the shit I seen
I really seen them tractor trailers willed with weed
Done put over a million pounds on the street
Rockin' real diamonds, jugged up on this jewelry
I done jugged up on the plug, you can't fuck with me
I got shooters all around me, don't you fuck with me
I push a button nigga, that's just how I order keys
I just talked to Hector, he say he back over seas
He told me "Take the year off cause we done flood the streets"
[?] we bust down like three mil' a piece
I make count music, shit that put you on your feet