For real, Yeah

[Chorus]

How ya gonna die?

When ya die, nigga

I'mma die a hustla

I'mma die makin money

(repeat)

I'mma die a hustla

I'm smokin weed and shit

My baby mama keep sayin she don't need this shit

She said I ain't doin nothin for my Shorty

I'm like "Whatever"

As I'm sippin on the forty

Uhh, Yeah

I got my mind on the come up

Cause I'm a G

36 ounces to a key

I need to be,

On the road with my niggaz from the hood

Screamin "It's all good, It's all good, It's all good"

I often wonder should I stay in the game

Cause I got too many enemies takin aim

I learned that niggaz that beef

Be tryin to kill niggaz

So if you see me hangin

I'm hangin with real niggaz

And I'll be bustin at bitches and shit

Tryin to get the ? out

Swervin at my ride bout to wreck out

Damn

I can't complain cause that's the life I chose

Nigga I'ma be a hustler til my casket close

And everbody's tellin me "You movin too fast"

The street life don't last

Look at your homie's that past

And even though deep inside

I know they talkin true shit

I still wanna do shit

Nigga I'mma die a hustla

[Chorus]

Ain't got no time for fuckin with hoes

They gotta wait

Cause a nigga gotta get his money straight

Cause niggaz be actin shady

When it come to green

Don't be fuckin with my money

If you come then come clean

You fools better wise up

I'm like ?

Cause I'ma to the nigga

Ask questions later

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