(Ya)
(2Focused LivingYoung)
Pack loud like a band camp, Imma take her to the house like Doran Grant
(Ya)
[Verse 1: B.Rich]
Got the 12's knocking rolling blunts while I drive
Got the sharpest flow 'round like a circle of knives
When serving these rhymes I just circle these guys, blunt purple inside fuck your shirt and your tie, my goal for each day spit a verse and get high
Verse full of lies, that's all these lames spit, since an adolescent I had all the same clique, when money get involved dog the shit will change quick, to these lames all this real shit's a foreign language
Lost some homies to the grave, lost some homies to the cell, lost some homies cause their fake, they can all go to hell
Operate on principle, every move is pivotal, fronting on the net they live a life that is fictional
Focused on them profits, in that all black like we gothic, I'm crazy straight psychotic, blowing up like I'm atomic, catch me riding on a comet
Gone in outer space smoking tree with the stars, OG in cigars, soul bleeds through my bars, All I spit is crack OD on this hard
In the stu' whipping up, life's short live it up, these youngins can't get a job so they start sticking up
One night stand got her feelings mixing up, you would think I was a hunter dog the way I get the buck
[Bridge]
The hustles all I know whoa-oh
Hustles all I know
Said that hustles all I know whoa-oh
Hustles all I Know
[Chorus]
Trying to ball like I'm waiting on the draft day
Treating each day something like my last day
Got a hundred some roaches in my ash tray
Put in work like I'm waiting on the draft day
On the draft day, on the draft day
Showing out like I'm waiting on the draft day
On the draft day, on the draft day
Showing out like I'm waiting on the draft day
Got a hundred some roaches in my ash tray
Treating each day something like my last day
Trying to ball like I'm waiting on the draft day
Showing out like I'm waiting on the draft day
Ya I'm showing out, showing out
Showing out like I'm waiting on the draft day
Got a hundred some roaches in my ash tray
Treating each day something like my last day
[Verse 2: B.Rich]
Jump stupid my homies will go in your mouth, we blow by the ounce while yall go through a drought, you lie on your tracks but we know you 'bout, ole phonies!
But a youngin like me, like me, I never lied on a record, Im fly with no feathers, refuse to be censored, my name in your mouth hope it taste like hot peppers
I'm chasing the cheddar, pep jack and the parmesan, you are not eating dog something like Ramadan, up in the bank trying to add some more commas on, life is a bitch that I hit with no condom on (Whooa)
I ran up in her raw, had to build myself up from the damage I saw like (Whoooa)
You know I bounce back, find me in the deep end where the lames drowned at
I won't miss a wop, I'm catching everything like Devin Smith, Keep that 9 up on me, I'm from Akron off route 7-6
And I don't give a fuck no more, keep grinding don't get comfortable, what you think we hustle for, we all came up from nothing though
Where I come from something like a jungle though, oh there go B.Rich he got a hundred flows, all day I got these wops that come and go, I'm just trying to pay these bills no Buffalo
[Bridge]
The hustles all I know whoa-oh
Hustles all I know
Said that hustles all I know whoa-oh
Hustles all I Know
[Chorus]
Trying to ball like I'm waiting on the draft day
Treating each day something like my last day
Got a hundred some roaches in my ash tray
Put in work like I'm waiting on the draft day
On the draft day, on the draft day
Showing out like I'm waiting on the draft day
On the draft day, on the draft day
Showing out like I'm waiting on the draft day
Got a hundred some roaches in my ash tray
Treating each day something like my last day
Trying to ball like I'm waiting on the draft day
Showing out like I'm waiting on the draft day
Ya I'm showing out, showing out
Showing out like I'm waiting on the draft day
Got a hundred some roaches in my ash tray
Treating each day something like my last day