VERSE
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VERSE
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Don't Believe this nigga hustling
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This nigga bluffing
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Look him in his eyes,the only time he cooking pies
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Is in the kitchen oven
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He a born liar, I'm on fire like the piff I'm puffing
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Im so high I'm about to blow, volcanic eruption
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This dude fake so his fake ass better break fast
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Before he gets his food ate like a egg mcmuffin
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He ain't the only nigga fucking the chick he cuffing
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Yet the hommie dick ain't the only dick she sucking
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I scrape his wife but I take ya life
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Cause she can barely take the pipe
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She told me I need a dick reduction
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I'm so official, I let her blow the whistle
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Then send her home to you, so she can kiss you
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That shit disgusting
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Niggas fronting like they straight pimping
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I take women to the tele and get them jumping
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Like Blake griffin
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Im on Point like Chris Paul when she taste that Ace or that Cristal
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She cut like a jigsaw
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The kid ball so you mad as fuck
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But I let the gut blow at ya afro give you a Cassie cut
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Im tired of Rap niggas acting tough
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Yall about rapping, I have been acting up
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Since I came out from my daddy nut
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Im on my grind, I do not sleep
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Too much adrenaline, my heart pump insulin bitch am not sweet
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But you a sweetie, you got diabetes
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So you easily could have died-you sugar high
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I rap a verse if that don't work, I'mma cook a pie
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Or try to make a dollar bill selling Molly pills
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Even though I know that somebody will prolly squeal
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I'mma still push weight like a nigga that body build
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And everybody real, they say they trigger blow
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But I doubt them niggas know how catching a body feel
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If a prick say that he don't snitch he prolly will
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Snitching on my clique will prolly get somebody killed
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For real
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Im placing a damn order
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The next day that solve come across the damn border
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You ain't seen the shit that I seen
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Is a big difference between getting a man slaughtered than
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Manslaughter
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And you don't want the goons kidnapping ya damn daughter
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Tying ya damn son up if the money don't come up
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Im tryna come up so I run around from when the sun go down
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To the fucking sun come up
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The ?? fucking my damn sung up,then the dutch that am puffing
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Fucking my Damn lung up
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But don't compare me to this young boys that ain't done much
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After we lock ass out with they pop ass
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Am ya old head,you gotta show respect to me
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Definitely before I get pussies a historectomy
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Ayo none of this rap niggas can mess with me
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Them niggas is my sons am about to give a visectomy
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Punchlines is my specialty
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Ever since I learnt my ABC's MCees couldn't F with me
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I will pop ya ass but I don't mean sexually
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Cause my trigger finger itching like it got a STD
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All my lyrics is dumb, you niggas pussies I will put a hole in you
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And make you period cum
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I still pop shit, say alot of hot shit
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I got hits, I just ain't poppin cause I ain't got swizz
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Shit I chop bricks, I can't give you star tips
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But I can show you how to cut keys like a locksmith
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Pop with then go to the block with rock bagged up
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Make the junkies grap up then make ya money add up
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Yup
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I wouldn't say I have bad luck but bad things to happen
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The good dudes don't best up
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But I never been shot or got stabbed up
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And even when I ain't had much I was still swagged up
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But you can't judge a book by its cover
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That's why I put together the diary of a hustler
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You can't judge a book a book by its cover
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That's why I put together the diary of the hustler
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OUTRO
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I have been in this game for years
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But am feeling better than ever
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Am in a whole another bag right now
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Am real cocky with my shit
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Cuz I know niggas ain't fucking with me
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I produced this track and I just tore the fuck apart
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Yall niggas better show me the respect I deserve
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Before I smack the shit outta one of you niggas mayne
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Yall already know what am repping
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Diary Of a Hustler (Meek Mill Diss)
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| Cassidy |
