Tha Captin - A Hustler Gone Hustle

These niggas phony
You a jabroni
I got the
Mac and cheese
Wit me
But no macaroni
Yea it was
Me against the world
That's my only opponent
And my bitch
A stallion
But ride like a pony
Gimmie head
In da morning
Gotta keep shit
In motion
I tried to toss
My dawg the ball
But he wasn't open
Had to shoot me a floater
He ran up
On da rover
I tried to warn em
Two or three times
Like do not get closer
My traphouse
Gotta odor
We ain't neva
Outta order
Gotta VIP line
If you very important
And a zip
Cost ya mortgage
I ain't having
No shortage
And I kicked yo bitch
Up out the crib
She was there for like 4 days
Call her Dora explorer
Don't call me to cuddle
Just call me Cap
Like the nigga
Say hike
Up in the the huddle
From the mudd
Like a puddle
Grew up
In the jungle
I told my nigga
Keep vision on tunnel
A hustler gone hustle
But he ain't
Gone struggle
I told myself
I was gone make it out
The dungeon
I re up wit a half
And then I got a onion
I swear to God
Sum shyt
I cook better than my momma
A hustler gone hustle
But he ain't
Gone struggle
I told myself
I was gone make it out
The dungeon
I re up wit a half
And den I got a onion
I swear to God
Sum shyt
I cook better than my momma
A hustler gone hustle
No we ain't
Gone Starve
I swear to God
That I'ma make
It back tommorrow
Yea we real dope boys
Babygirl we don't do no fraud
Yea we real dope boys
And we pull up
In dope boy cars
Wit the big boy rims
And the wheat tims
Damn why that
Lil black boy
Keep that white girl
On him
And how the hell
He get fish scale
And he cant swim
And he gone throw
It in the water
And they go get em
Said a hustler gone hustle
He aint neva gone hate
Dem fuck niggas
Them type niggas
We cant relate
And I can weigh it
With my eyes
I dont need skates
But Im selling bags
Dont need to weigh it anyway
A hustler gone hustle
But he ain't
Gone struggle
I told myself
I was gone make it out
The dungeon
I re up wit a half
And then I got a onion
I swear to God
Sum shyt
I cook better than my momma
A hustler gone hustle
But he ain't
Gone struggle
I told myself
I was gone make it out
The dungeon
I re up wit a half
And then I got a onion
I swear to God
Sum shyt
I cook better than my momma

Written by:
Christopher Miller

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