[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Riiight, burn the block down now I'm raping the spot
They blowing up my phone got 'em waiting to cop
Un, drought here so I'm raising the stocks
I been grinding since TDKs with the tape on the top
Un, getting schooled by my uncle Kenny Brooks
Early 90s when the money was coming in books
Me and my n***as use to wrestle in the basement
All I wanted was some Lo and a fresh pair of eights then
Fast-forward few years I had eighths and
Quarters too for the affordable
A few of my friends was on the crack and the coke scale
I hit Cali and got the ticket on the whole sale
[Hook]
(Un) This is the story of a come up
(Riiight) 25-8 till the sun up
(Riiight) You already know my status par
This is my Hustler's Catelog
[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
(Un) From my n***a Spitta view, I think I see his vison too
Jet planes super highed up flying to Peru
In a high rise flying through cities
Living like spies, story of our lives
We hustle and thats the truth
I know my mama glad I raise my a** off that stoop
And got a little clout
Gotta feed a lot of mouths
But you know I'm still hookie pookie in
Got one foot in one foot out
Tried to be relax
But everytime sh** gets ill sh** be still
Calling me back its a force
Fascinated by it something like an allure
Do this sh** for the cause, Mane (Mane)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
Ridin' dirty with dutchie behind the wheel
Like we ain't lighting sh** till we get outta here
I was kinda shook up I ain't gone front
You would be too with Max B numbers in the trunk
The PC was sweeter than sweet tea
Got me out the slump ate Peter Lugers for lunch
Thats how a boss should eat though
Hustle hard cause' every day my twins feet grow
(Un) Baby sitter ain't cheap, b**h want 400 a week
But on the bright side it could be all worse
Tax returns hit cop more work
[Hook]