Hustlers Ambition Lyrics

(Talking)
Yeah, I need you, I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
You know, it's real shit, feel this!

[Verse 1]
America got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me
Black chuckers, black skully, leather Pelle Pelle
I take spit over Raymo shit, I'm a vandal
Got the siver duct tape, on my tre 8 handle
The women in my life, bring confusion and shit
So like Nino in New Jack, I holla "cancel that bitch
"
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart done froze
I build an empire on the low, the narc's don't know
I'm the weatherman, i'll take that cocoa leaf, and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to doe, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know
Homie i'm just triple beam, dreamin
Niggaz be scheming, I feind to live the good life
The feinds are just fiendin'Conceal my weapon nice and neat, so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitly out the question for me

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way 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 the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics, I summersault bricks
Black talons 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 they weed
Shit, send me them seeds, i'll grow 'em what they need
Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic
And i'm sellin' them for 500 a pop god damit
I sell anything, I'm a hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes, put it in water, and tell you it's wine
If you analyze me, what you will find
Is the DNA of a crook, and what goes on in my mind
It's contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If rap was the block or a spider, i'd be that potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me, wherever that doe be
Gettin' money man

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way 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 the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 3]
It's a hustler's ambition, close you eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin', the drama mean nothin'
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe, switchin' lanes
Or in the jeweler switchin' chains
I upgrade from 30 BS, to clean VS
Rocks that I copped, from proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Play the curve and get nauseous, watchin' the spinners spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite your ass out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but i'm back in shape
Pour crystile in a blender, make a protein shake
I'm like the east coast number 1 playboy B
Hugh Hef'll tell you he ain't got shit on me
The fed's watch me, icey,they can't stop me
Racist, pointin' at me, look at niggerochi
Hello!

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way 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 the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)


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