King Whistle - Life of a Hustler

You know
You got to know the difference between people that's excited for you
Or is they just surprise

I use to dream of mansion twenty-five rooms eight cars parked outside
But my reality is dark outside
Mama calling telling me the bills and they parked outside
I wired the Money see how hard I ride
Who dreams of hoop dreams of playing basketball
My lay up wasn't good enough I play the hall
Graduated high school bearly passed at all
Long story ended up in the streets my back against the wall
Twelve twelve baggies crack rocks up in my black socks
Glock 40 in my waist yell eighty-eights you see the cops
Four wings fried rice that was dinner from mom and pops
Blow a spliff smash a chick only time I left the block
Baby mom calling it's three in the morning
She keep taking me back after too many warnings
I'm drunk off the Moët but you see me keep pouring
Life of a hustle with no life insurance

You know the stories
The mood the vibes
They gone say they was grinding with you
Y'all ate off the same plate
He was watching you safe but he was watching your safe

I can easily tell you about the shootouts
If you don't make it that mean you in a pinebox
Only to become another hustler new spot
We just want new clothes two hoes and a few blocks
More eulogies then diplomas
His momma in the front row who's the shooter
His day 1 jealous his man was the coolest
New whip new drip looking like a jeweler
Must be the reason his best friend grip the ruger
Ol' hater ass I guess he felt like he was the loser
Killed his day 1 watch out for evil doers
He wanted the juice bishop could of been his tutor
The clouds is forming
And all the expenses that his mom enduring
He figure shine now saving money boring
Life of a hustle with no life insurance

Written by:
Raymond Tate

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