[Part 1]

I put that nine direct at your spine, Survival's just been declined

So I guess Im not so divine, Maniac that’s how im defined

Gotta get that Money on the incline, P Rod the way that I grind

Some say im an ugly cracker but my bitches always stay fine

I got the Delivery just came in, lock the doors and shut the blinds

No hard shit just boss piff, yours ain't better than mine

Get murked quick with that dirt shit mine smells with skunk and pine

Do crimes all the time I don’t give two shits cause moneys on my mind

I don’t know what the hell you sellin, .7s with that dro smell

Try to play me with that bullshit ill take your sister up to that hotel

I do that anyway, whatever, attitude on oh well

Hate me cause my flow swell, hustle up with that whole sale, uh

Same old shit, its just a different artist

You're hating on me, because I go the hardest

Got straight dubs of haze, if you wanna blaze

Throw back a couple bombs best put on your shades

Hustle, Hustle, Hustle hard

Hustle, Hustle, Hustle hard

Hustle, Hustle, Hustle hard

Only snitches turn up dead on this boulevard

[Part 2]

We sit back smoke kush drop bombs

The law tried to turn my life into shambles

It all started when I got arrested by detective Campbell

Man If had a chance Id light him like a candle

Baseball bat to his face Mikey Mantle

Im not even playing, you’ll never see me dandle

Put me on probation so now I face a handle

Can't smoke should I smoke should I take a gamble

Light a couple blunts on the beach grab your sandals

I just ramble on they said who’s stopping you

Now I answer to em judge Mark T Apostalou

Fuck him, its not like I went and killed a cop or two

Hes pissed I came to court fly like a cockatoo

Get fucked like a prostitute, grumpy old man

Kashmire only puts his life in his own hands

Ill go and pay the damn fine for this old man

Ask me how I did it truthfully I say I sold grams, uh

And committed to keep spittin

Got cool talent with the balance to bring the heat wit it

Now remitted from the bitches who gave a fee wit it

The weed did it, I paid all 873 wit it

Now I'm back at it, about my numbers like mathematics

Intervention called something bout crack addicts

That's all I spit, murder bars beats in that casket

And you pussy's get eaten like when I last had it

I keep goin, hot flow flame throwing

Plus I got a lot of grass, the shit don't need mowing

It gets burned, but ashes don't end up in an urn

Illegally's the only way to pay that's what I learned

This shits absurd