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it’s young hussle and i’m bout to make it clap got a rollie on my wrist and my city on my back shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks told her it’s a marathon, now she out here running laps it’s young hussle and i’m bout to make it clap got a rollie on my wrist and my city on my back shout out my niggers on the block selling crack told them it’s a marathon, now they out here running laps check on my shoulder, for nigger that hated on us labels that hesitated when radio woudn’t play us rappers dropping they disses they see us start explaining bitches i used to date wouldn't shut up and start complaining now they looking salty cause i’m sellin' nugget fulltime sippin dolce at the roosevelt cabana poolside hundred thousand ain’t enough to buy a new ride see that’s the type of disrespectful deal you signed what happened nigger? last year you was cracking nigger this marathon got me laping all you rapping niggers we steady rising since the world got a half a whif of hussle in thouse and philly phil ran it back for nigga's streets love me cause they know i got crack in them took a stand up and ran and got a gaffold in them
Bailed out with block money kept trappin' in 'em and i took this rap game and put some real nigga passion in it it’s young hussle when i’m bout to make it clap got a rollie on my wrist and my city on my back shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks told her it’s a marathon, now she out here running laps it’s young hussle when i’m bout to make it clap got a rollie on my wrist and my city on my back shout out my niggers on the block selling crack told them it’s a marathon, now they out here running laps whoa, bounce, whoa, bounce, bounce low and behold, he getting his dough got that presidential rollie flow, you niggers should know criticize me for the jewelry that i rock at my show but watch the value of the dollar drop and gold explode i got no time for these, i ain’t trying to stay in line homies, think i owe 'em the world but never did nothing for me talking under they breath to they bitches making her want me see me or hit me with some fake shit like hey brody got enemies, trying to kill me for the rep couple smart niggers, think they playing chess go gonna get tony montana at the lot with my bitch tell them bulletproof that and bulletproof this guns stashed behind the ac
I'm stash spot crazy you can look at me and tell i was a match box baby i’m game tight so niggers will never play me four words for my haters, look, fuck you pay me it’s young hussle when i’m bout to make it clap got a rollie on my wrist and my city on my back shout out to bitches on the stage getting racks told her it’s a marathon, now she out here running laps it’s young hussle when i’m bout to make it clap got a rollie on my wrist and my city on my back shout out my niggers on the block selling crack told them it’s a marathon, now they out here running laps
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
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