(Like the fire needs the air)
(I won´t burn unless your there)

Yea, I need you, I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
You know, it´s real shit, feel this!

America´s got a thing for this gangsta´s shit, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spills over raymo shit, I´ma fan
Got that silver duck tape on my Trey Eight handle
The women on my life bring confusion shit
SO like Nino from New Jack, I´ll have to cancel that bitch
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
I build an empire on the low the narc´s don´t know
I´m the weatherman, I take that coco leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homey I´m just triple beam, dreamin
Niggaz be schemin, I´m fiendin to live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can´t see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me

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I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I´m tryin to get mine
And I´ll buck you (buck you)
I don´t care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want to find the thing thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

Yea, I don´t know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talents start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can´t fuck with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
Check my logic, smokers don´t like seeds in their weed shit
Send me them seeds I´ll grow ´em what they need
Them ain´t chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic
And I´m sellin them 500 a pop god damn it
I sold everythin I´ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
If you analyze me, what you´ll find is the DNA of a crook

What goes in my mind, it´s contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, I´ll be that potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man

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Its a hustler´s ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin
It´s part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
In the jewels with your chains
I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, I´m full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I´m back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
I´m like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner´ll tell you he don´t got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can´t stop me
Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi
Hello!

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