Anthony Kannon - A Hustler's Guide

I got them scared, he looking like a ghost walking
Huddle up, pay attention like the coach talking
CD's and sweatshirts out the post office
Crazy feeling, when they supporting your calling
The snow falling, I couldn't save a pack for you, I sold all them
With no auction, they strapped up-approach cautious
Negotiating higher offers, look at rappers I have fathered
Tried to put them on, he ain't receptive don't know why I bothered
I know the streets, this my genre
All the beats that I have slaughtered, All the bars that I sat and thought of
Treat this shit like it's Sparta, taking trips and book charters
Bragging bout his new shipment, line him like a good barber
I made some moves and they still haunt me to this day
I said I'm sorry and you left, what else you wanted me to say
He in the coffin because a stray
In this game it's very rare to see success and walk away
I made it by the grace of god, but not without a couple scars
Its lonely at the top, had me contemplating jumping off
Buying all the onions up, Supplying all these customers
I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers
Lets go
I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers
I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers
I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers
I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers
Ziplocs, throwing pounds on the scale until it busts
Always keep some money set for bail, that's a must
But the goal is to never go to jail, in them cuffs
He on the run, but at least they off his trail, that's a plus
I'll tell you where that dope take you, you broke then this is ole faithful
Break it on the table, so much coke they making snow angels
It costs to be the boss, you only moving if I okay you
Never cross the Don Datta, nobody is gone save you
You always need a OG that can put you onto game
Too many brothers without families tryna find one in a gang
Never cared about the beef, I just got my hustle right
If the plug hit me back, I'm bout to run it up tonight
I've seen some million dollar empires crumble to the ground
It gets dark, you can tell you in the jungle by the sounds
I had to fuck the whole game up, I spun this bitch around
Fill the back of the Uhaul with 150 pounds
I made it by the grace of god, but not without a couple scars
Its lonely at the top, had me contemplating jumping off
Filling all these duffles up, know he got his plug from us
I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers
Lets go
I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers
I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers
I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers
I wrote the trap bible, this a guide for the hustlers

Written by:
Anthony Henry

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