Roc Marciano - A Hustler's Soliloquy lyrics

[Intro] A n***a like me man… I love the game, I love the hustle I be feeling like one of them ball playing n***as you know like bird, magic or something Yeah you know a n***a got dough A n***a could leave the league... But if i leave.. Are the fans still gon love me man? I done sold coke on these streets man hash,weed,h**ne As long as n***as was feeling it a n***a like me could hustle it Aiyoo its my gift in life A... you know? [Roc] Word Up! n***as still hustle too dont get it f**ed up baby Marcc Villa my n***a unh this sh** gangsta right here n***a nah mean? thats how we ride n***a! boy yeah ungh [Verse 1] Red ink, a sphinx, with b**hes having drinks I'm working out the kinks The weed stinks, tending the chickens in a clean sink Are we in sync? I think I need a shrink Minerals from A to Zinc Grey minks, gators is pink A player's wink, a trill filled on his wheat Two semis in the benz jeep, skin the sheep I'm unique, the tech 9 sleep by the obliques Spearhead the operation with patience You trying to taste what's in the cake mix (ungghh) Rock the cake that gave me lift like Blake Griff It's not a myth, ignorance is bliss We take risks, fornicate taste the baked fish Shapeshift, faceless the eight six Break swift, the n***as hate they ain't sh** Liquidate the chain and the bracelet Bang bang n***a You think the sh** a game it, ain't a game n***a You think the sh** a game it, ain't a game n***a You think the sh** a game it, ain't a game n***a You think the sh** a game it, ain't a game n***a [Verse 2] Jug of jumbos, drop a O inside the crime gumbo Ducking Columbo, play the bungalo That's the honey comb Long gun, call it Mutombo The money never run low, we unload Young Marilyn Monroe stumble out the Gran Turismo Rocks flood the Hublot, it's true though Name hold weight like a sumo Smacked with the Mac double uno Then I attack the bubble culo Enjoy the nude show She want a buck, I run a shrewd ho White Clarks with the blue soles Squeeze tools read the news My Puerto Rican muse treat the moons with the cubes Beef stew the baby seafood Dim setting, Otis Redding, my coat is shedding The G code is stone embedded I drew the line, don't overstep it Find you in a hole out in the desert Bang bang n***a You think the sh** a game, it ain't a game n***a You think the sh** a game, it ain't a game n***a You think the sh** a game, it ain't a game n***a You think the sh** a game, it ain't a game n***a