Yeah, nigga, you know what the f*ck it is
Even on my days off, I'm still working like I'm Laid off, nigga
Straight up
Instead of bitching about your life, why don't you get off your ass? Get your hustle on, little Nigga
Focus hard on the bag Stretch that shit like elastic, make sure that it lasts And if you
Really got a gift, then perfect your craft
Young boss, nigga, and all I want is the Guala
Since 1997, I need every dollar
Push yourself pass your limits, and see what you can accomplish
Most of these niggas broke as f*ck, they be Pocket watching
Overstepping boundaries, nigga better Remain cautious
Took the steps, found a lane, became our own Bosses
All the losses that I took, they don't know What it cost him
Still gone get to this money regardless
Just hustle harder, like a great white shark
I smell blood in the water
Getting straight to the bucket like my name, Vince Carter
Crab- bucket niggas who don't wanna change, So why bother? Shit, why even bother?
My flow switches, like the color of my bitches Had to learn self-respect and how to keep my Distance
Stack this bread up, then invest into your own Business
I know some niggas still water whippin deep In the kitchen
Had to let some people go, they couldn't peep The vision
I want a hundred plus for my cousin, when he Get out of prison
You ain't got nothing to motion, then you ain't Really committed
I never stopped before, so what's the point of Me quitting?
"Matthew been going dumb!" Shit, is that What you heard?
Flying up the interstate and almost missed
My turn
Can't look back, nah, I used to sleep on a curb
Now I'm all in a bitch's pockets like, "What did You earn?"
Grind hard for what you want, you'll get what You deserve
I'm a stand ten toes, before I'm gone off this Earth
I go bar for bar, shit word for word, I'm a Stand ten toes before i'm gone off this earth, Nigga
Yeah, nigga F*ck all that other shit, get your Hustle on, nigga
F*ck what they telling you I'll never quit, I'll Never stop Straight up
F*ck people's opinion, man Stack that money Till it touch the ceiling
I don't care about feelings, I'm focused on Millions
Come over here, baby, let me feed you these Children Yeah, man All grind We gone
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English
Yeah, nigga, you know what the f*ck it is
Even on my days off, I'm still working like I'm Laid off, nigga
Straight up
Instead of bitching about your life, why don't you get off your ass? Get your hustle on, little Nigga
Focus hard on the bag Stretch that shit like elastic, make sure that it lasts And if you
Really got a gift, then perfect your craft
Young boss, nigga, and all I want is the Guala
Since 1997, I need every dollar
Push yourself pass your limits, and see what you can accomplish
Most of these niggas broke as f*ck, they be Pocket watching
Overstepping boundaries, nigga better Remain cautious
Took the steps, found a lane, became our own Bosses
All the losses that I took, they don't know What it cost him
Still gone get to this money regardless
Just hustle harder, like a great white shark
I smell blood in the water
Getting straight to the bucket like my name, Vince Carter
Crab- bucket niggas who don't wanna change, So why bother? Shit, why even bother?
My flow switches, like the color of my bitches Had to learn self-respect and how to keep my Distance
Stack this bread up, then invest into your own Business
I know some niggas still water whippin deep In the kitchen
Had to let some people go, they couldn't peep The vision
I want a hundred plus for my cousin, when he Get out of prison
You ain't got nothing to motion, then you ain't Really committed
I never stopped before, so what's the point of Me quitting?
"Matthew been going dumb!" Shit, is that What you heard?
Flying up the interstate and almost missed
My turn
Can't look back, nah, I used to sleep on a curb
Now I'm all in a bitch's pockets like, "What did You earn?"
Grind hard for what you want, you'll get what You deserve
I'm a stand ten toes, before I'm gone off this Earth
I go bar for bar, shit word for word, I'm a Stand ten toes before i'm gone off this earth, Nigga
Yeah, nigga F*ck all that other shit, get your Hustle on, nigga
F*ck what they telling you I'll never quit, I'll Never stop Straight up
F*ck people's opinion, man Stack that money Till it touch the ceiling
I don't care about feelings, I'm focused on Millions
Come over here, baby, let me feed you these Children Yeah, man All grind We gone
Even on my days off, I'm still working like I'm Laid off, nigga
Straight up
Instead of bitching about your life, why don't you get off your ass? Get your hustle on, little Nigga
Focus hard on the bag Stretch that shit like elastic, make sure that it lasts And if you
Really got a gift, then perfect your craft
Young boss, nigga, and all I want is the Guala
Since 1997, I need every dollar
Push yourself pass your limits, and see what you can accomplish
Most of these niggas broke as f*ck, they be Pocket watching
Overstepping boundaries, nigga better Remain cautious
Took the steps, found a lane, became our own Bosses
All the losses that I took, they don't know What it cost him
Still gone get to this money regardless
Just hustle harder, like a great white shark
I smell blood in the water
Getting straight to the bucket like my name, Vince Carter
Crab- bucket niggas who don't wanna change, So why bother? Shit, why even bother?
My flow switches, like the color of my bitches Had to learn self-respect and how to keep my Distance
Stack this bread up, then invest into your own Business
I know some niggas still water whippin deep In the kitchen
Had to let some people go, they couldn't peep The vision
I want a hundred plus for my cousin, when he Get out of prison
You ain't got nothing to motion, then you ain't Really committed
I never stopped before, so what's the point of Me quitting?
"Matthew been going dumb!" Shit, is that What you heard?
Flying up the interstate and almost missed
My turn
Can't look back, nah, I used to sleep on a curb
Now I'm all in a bitch's pockets like, "What did You earn?"
Grind hard for what you want, you'll get what You deserve
I'm a stand ten toes, before I'm gone off this Earth
I go bar for bar, shit word for word, I'm a Stand ten toes before i'm gone off this earth, Nigga
Yeah, nigga F*ck all that other shit, get your Hustle on, nigga
F*ck what they telling you I'll never quit, I'll Never stop Straight up
F*ck people's opinion, man Stack that money Till it touch the ceiling
I don't care about feelings, I'm focused on Millions
Come over here, baby, let me feed you these Children Yeah, man All grind We gone
Writer: Matthew Clark
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