Verse 1

I'm the sure shot that your not

Move 8 pounds on 4 blocks

Then move 8 pounds on ur block

Work stashed by ur spot

Glock cocked this fort knocks

Alumni of hard knocks

Come n creep

Go to sleep

Ditch the heat

I dont do beef

My Clientelnoe

They super geeked

My Squad

Yea

We super deep

We Hustle expeditiously

And Gain green

By any means

My team do eat

The most filling of feast

I complete

The most thrilling of feats

I always stay on my feet

Bottom line

I got it

U want it

I gotta keep it honest

I ain't giving u shit

But I'll teach u how to b up on it

I'm from the Pitts of the burgh

Where u pitch or get served

Hustle or starve

Scare or get scarred

Where gettin cake n stayin out the way

Is one in the same

If you mention names

That's 16 to ya frame

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I'm self made

I'm self paid

Look at what myself made

My hustle b grade A

New era

Custom made

Verse 2

I been on the bullshit since niggas was wearing fubu

Put a bullet thru ur yoohoo

Direct hit yahoo

It's no Snafoo

That the kid leave u baffled

A Titan in battle

Leave battalions dismantled

My crown sits on my mantle

I'll Crowd source ya corpse

When my hand is forced

I'll Push any exports

When it comes to hustling

I'm an expert of course

I Outsource the Source

Outwork the workers

Eminem go berserk

But I go berserker

I'm an expert wit a pistol

U sure want this Issue

Ur life was uneventful

I'll make ur death unsuspensful

I'm a marksman with a ruger

Your local sharp

Killers call me when they need 2 be tutored

I'll Put a Bow in your Brain

Quicker than Henry Tudort t i

Put end 2 the rumors

I'm dat good guy who did do her

Bottles up in the bouidor

She fucked me then she seen stars

Now her girls all need parts

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Verse 3

Sure fire fact

I spit

Crack

You in the jaw with

The

Mac

That's what I was born 2 be

Your children's children's children

Still gonna b mournin me

Different reasons for different folks

There's different seasons for different locs

Plenty

Blunt smoke

Henny

N women

N they all get different strokes

I don't brag or boast

I just know what I know cuz

N I kno how to turn up a show brah

Watch these fakes

Cuz they strike like cobras

I shine bright like a prism

Get ya face smashed

Fist like a chisels g

And I know gunplay

Don't make me pull out

2 pistols and take your 2 chains

U can find me posted

In the projects with pat

Smoking pack n listening

2 2pac

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