I’m given you love to the hustlers

All them St.Clair thugstas makin’ that money stayin’ on your feet

And you better believe gotta have that cheese

For the green leaves, never catch me sleep

Stay on the grind, get mine

Stayin’ down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine

Givin’ up that llelo, makin’ me sale, twenties nickles and dimes

Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven

Gotta get what’s mine, then bailin’

Me kickin’ up dust, I’m trailin

Feeling one-eight-seven

That’s how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat

Mission to check a mill and still be real

Thuggin’ on the glock-glock,creeping on a come up

Won’t sleep till I’m done up

Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme

Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, what up?

Gotta get that business on, even though the Buddha run me, stun me

Feelin’ lovely, but I’m just in it for he love of the money