feat. Animal, Trav



I'm a hustler, not by choice (1x)



[AZ]

I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell

Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bail

It's like Attica '67 when they, closed the jail

Be careful, but promote yo'selves that's what they told me

Involved but unconcerned fuck beef when it dissolve it does not return

I don't leave, stagnate nor move off-beat

So discrete very rarely do I move on feet

I rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats

Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets

I blacks out never blind by the size of the image

No disguise, homocide don't rely forensic

Homes's finished, scrambling caught in the scrimmage

12 shells ricocheting and it pours from the hemorrhage

Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for moving backwards

New York's number one draft pick



I'm a hustler, not by choice (4x)



[Trav]

All this nigga know is, get money burn a lot of smokes

Lazy niggas was sleeping, I was wide awoke

Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke

When it's time to sleep with the fishes I supply the boat

And I swear it hurts, I supply the coke

'Cuz don't nothing scare me worse than dying broke

Iron poking on my ribs while I'm laying in a Taurus

I live this shit y'all just performers, it's a dirty game

I seen thugs turn informers, crooked cops run in the crib, no warrants

Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge,

Got a female lawyer and she fucking the judge

I was once told, that you reap what you sow

And a, the scent of weed always seep in your clothes

And a, it's Quiet Money so we speaking in codes

Like, why should I trust ya?, nigga, I'm a hustler



I'm a hustler, not by choice (