[Intro]
Da Hustla
Larsiny Family
The Diary of a Hustla
Yeah
[Verse]
Don't believe this n***a hustlin', this n***a bluffin'
Look him in his eyes, the only time he cookin' pies is in a kitchen oven
He a born liar, I'm on fire like the piff I'm puffin'
I'm hot so I'm 'bout to blow, volcanic eruption
This dude fake so his fake a** betta break-fast 'fore he get his food ate like a Egg McMuffin
He ain't the only n***a f**in' that chick he cuffin'
Yup and homie dick ain't the only dick she s**in'
I'll scrape his wife, but I'll take ya life
Cause she could barely take the pipe
She told me I need a dick reduction
I'm so official
I let her blow the whistle
Then send her home to you so she can kiss you
That sh** disgustin'
n***as frontin' like they straight pimpin'
I take women to the telly and get it jumpin' like Blake Griffin
I'm on point like Chris Paul
When she taste that Ace or that Crystal, she cut like a jigsaw
The kid ball, so you mad as f**
But I let the gat blow at yo afro, give you a Ca**ie cut
I'm tired of rap n***as actin' tough
Yup, I rap but I been actin' up since I came out my daddy nuts
I'm on my grind, I do not sleep
Too much adrenaline, my heart pumps insulin, b**h I'm not sweet
But you a sweetie, you got diabetes
So you easily coulda died, your sugar high
I rap a verse, if that don't work I'mma cook a pie
Or try to make a dollar bill sellin Molly pills
Even though I know that somebody will prolly squeal
I'mma still push weight like a n***a that body build
And everybody real, they say they trigga blow
But I doubt them n***as know how catchin' a body feel
If a prick say that he don't snitch, he prolly will
Snitchin' on my clique will prolly get somebody k**ed
For real
I'm placin a damn order
The next day that saw comin across the damn border
You ain't seen the sh** that I seen
There's a big difference between gettin a man slaughtered
And manslaughter
And you don't want them goons kidnappin your damn daughter
Tyin yo damn son up if that money don't come up
I'm tryin'-I'm tryin' come up
So I run around from when the sun goes down
Till the f**in' sun come up
Them Molly crystals f**in' my damn tongue up
And the dutch that I'm puffin'
f**in' my damn lung up
But don't compare me to these young bucks
That ain't done much
After we lock a**
I'll whip they pop a**
I'm your old head, you better show respect to me
Definitely, 'fore I give you pussies a hysterectomy
Ayo, none of these rap n***as could mess with me
Them n***as is my sons, I'm 'bout to get a vasectomy
Punchlines is my specialty
Ever since I learned my ABC's
Them C's couldn't F with me
I'll pop ya a**, but I don't mean s**ually
Cause my trigga finger itchin' like it got a STD
All my lyrics is dumb
You n***as p**y
I'll put a hole in you, make yo period come (Haha)
I still pop sh**, say a lot of hot sh**
I got hits, I just ain't poppin 'cause I ain't got Swizz
sh**, I chop bricks
I can't give you stock tips
But I can show you how to cut keys like a locksmith
Pot whip then go to the block with rock bagged up
Make the junkies grab up, then make yo money add up
Yup, I wouldn't say I had bad luck
But bad things can happen to good dudes doin' bad stuff
But I never been shot or got stabbed up
And even when I ain't had much I was still swagged up
But you can't judge a book by its cover
That's why I put together the Diary of a Hustla
You can't-You can't judge a book by it's cover
That's why I put together the Diary of a Hustla
[Outro]
I've been in this game for years
But I'm feeling better than ever
I'm in a whole 'nother bag right now
I'm real co*ky with my sh**
Cause I know n***as ain't f**ing with me
I produced this track and I just tore that f** apart
Y'all n***as better show me the respect I deserve
'Fore I smack the sh** out of one of you n***as man
You already know what I'm reppin'
Larsiny Family is in the buildin'
Philly pistol venge is in the buildin'
Shout out to my n***a Bishop
Shout out to my n***a Chubby Swag Jack
Shout out to my n***a Ar-Ab
And shout out to all the real goons in the street that got respect for a n***a like me
The Diary of a Hustla