ฟังเพลงHands in the Air (Album Version|Edited)

I'm a hustler not by choice

I didn't fall from heaven I rose from hell

Bigboy get bagged he gon' hold my bail

It's like Attica '67 when they closed the jail

Be careful but promote yo'selves that's what they told me

Involved but unconcerned f**k beef when it dissolve it does not return

I don't leave stagnate nor move off beat

So discrete very rarely do I move on feet

I rough ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats

Drive by's bodies left on both sides of the streets

I blacks out never blind by the size of the image

No disguise homocide don't rely forensic

Homes's finished scrambling caught in the scrimmage

12 shells ricocheting and it pours from the hemorrhage

Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for moving backwards

New York's number one draft pick

I'm a hustler not by choice

All this n***a know is get money burn a lot of smokes

Lazy n***as was sleeping I was wide awoke

Not a joke creep on snitches n***as gotta choke

When it's time to sleep with the fishes I supply the boat

And I swear it hurts I supply the coke

'Cuz don't nothing scare me worse than dying broke

Iron poking on my ribs while I'm laying in a Taurus

I live this s**t y'all just performers it's a dirty game

I seen thugs turn informers crooked cops run in the crib no warrants

Money talk though never stuck in a grudge

Got a female lawyer and she f**king the judge

I was once told that you reap what you sow

And a the scent of w**d always seep in your clothes

And a it's Quiet Money so we speaking in codes

Like why should I trust ya n***a I'm a hustler

I'm a hustler not by choice