I'ma Hustler, Baby (feat. John Conti) şarkı sözleri

(Long time before everything) (So individualistic) Yeah, Biggie Down C'mon (c'mon) Yeah I'ma do my stuff and no chains on my mind I'm so good, untamed, leavin' the motherfuckers blind I'ma have a hard time But I tried hard and I got rich, die or try All the way East Coast put down freak niggas Money talks, respect walks And put down pussy niggas I get money, yeah, cash drops like rain Like a priceless diamonds, no explain Bitches on my Bentley and I'ma fuck up game Spell so hot and you got it my name No big record label, I'm G free to create I'm so for real and cuttin' the fake Where the real ones reside Money, power, respect, we take it to my side No strings attached Fuck industry, I runnin' my own path I'ma rollercoaster twists and turns so sharp Motherfuckers in dust like a lil' kid in the dark Treatin' my rhyme like a precious stone Individual, original, I'ma rest to atone Like the only one man that's gone In a pain haze I was alone Stoppin' gunshots and fuck this hustle struggle My liberation hustle, I'ma hustler baby, yeah I'ma hustler baby, chasin' my dream best You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed Where the real ones reside Money, power, respect, we take it to my side No strings attached Fuck industry, I runnin' my own path So listen up, I'ma fuck y'all to stay Look my presence fade away I'ma so real laid back when I feed you my gun When I play hard, they don't fuck with me, son I make moves money bags every time And put full full clips and 600 shots at a time Where the real ones reside Money, power, respect, we take it to my side No strings attached Fuck industry, I runnin' my own path Money, power, respect, we take it to my side New York City Biggie Down