hustling sense I was youngin

I've been doing numbers sense I was a youngin,

was a single man never had the need to be thugin,

cause all the girls wanted my loving,

on the block from 9-9 then I go home hit the sheet jot down some lines,

tell momma Imma make it in due time,

we wont have a want, care, or need,

it all started with the greenery,

then my boy stopped by one day and seen me,

dropped me a bag of white,

said this will change your life,

I asked how, he said watch it pushes faster then the loud,

hook//

started with a dub,

give me a day then I was up to an 8th,

eventually I was seeing my plug 5 times a day,

till he said okay,

I see this what you want to do,

so he dropped me oz and said lets see what you can do,

I moved so much white,

the dwarfs thought the streets was a sleep,

but really they was busy counting those white sheep,

to busy to sleep, to busy to eat, I was so Krupp,

police trying to stop me,

they caught my slippin one day,

judge tried to put me away,

but lawyer stood up and told em I can change,

got the minimum sentence,

i'm so devoted,

my pockets always stayed bloated,

like the game,

my hustle was never sugar coated/