Hahaha
Hustle Town, my city man!
Born and raised baby
Yo, I dedicate this jam to all the single mothers
Raisin' men in a big city
I know it's hard
Let 'em know what's up Filero, huh
I sell drugs with thugs
Hittin' licks off tricks
Workin' two jobs, a dope dealer and a pimp
Mom's beggin' me to stop every day
So scared for me to walk a Memory lane
But Mom don't worry, my tech protects well
I told y'all one day, this rap shit gon' sell
But my heart has been broken from the start
Since the day my father died, when I was seven in the park
So, I wrote the book
How to pimp hoes and kick do's
And if I kill well then, that's just how the shit go
Pull yo' strap
What am I supposed to sweat?
This is the third time today that I come close to death
Hustle Town, Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them, dope fiends
Hustle Town
The shit doesn't stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock cocked
Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them, dope fiends
Hustle Town
The shit doesn't stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock cocked
Set 'em up
Wet 'em up
Etceteras
Tell yo' treasury
Empty the register
Shit serious
I'll give you life, period
Well here he is
The kid with experience
Don't start shit
Mistake me for an artist
Flash in the dark
Someone tell 'em where his heart is
Blue light
Who dies?
Tonight
Maybe over two dice
Maybe, 'cause he blew fry
On top of you
With the Hillwood Mafia
Hard hittin' hustlers
Beat the draws off of y'all
Knowledge
While my shit is flawless
Dope House Records, step into my office
Hustle Town, Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them, dope fiends
Hustle Town
The shit doesn't stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock cocked
Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them, dope fiends
Hustle Town
The shit doesn't stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock cocked
It's yo' boy Lord Loco
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
Representin' that H-Town with my boy SPM (H-Town)
There's a lot of frauds out there, you know what I'm sayin'?
So, What do you think 'bout this fraud ass niggas Los?
Jackin' jaws
I'm packin' balls
Smoke and split
I give more gifts than Santa Clause
With a cold forty-ounce and a sack of hay
Chug a lug for the thugs who passed away
Mista da Masta Mystical Mexican Maniac
Competition, haha
You motherfuckers make me laugh
You're a bitch if you're hatin' on my Houston hits
I fight devils like you, with a crucifixion
Ruthless shit
With a shawty
Shake your body
Gun Kung Fu
Mixed with AK Karate
I'm sorry but you the past like Atari
As I smoke like Marley
Stay Brown like Charlie
Hustle Town, Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them, dope fiends
Hustle Town
The shit doesn't stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock cocked
Hustle Town
The city of dreams
Where we creep through the hood
And we serve them, dope fiends
Hustle Town
The shit doesn't stop
Roll rental cars
And we keep the glock cocked
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