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    You know, why I hustle for mine (yeah)
    Mo'fuckers, I'm still on the grind
    Ay h.$.e. Niggaz, g's up yeah
    Let me get a h, yeah I hustle all the time
    Now let me get a u, understand I'm about mine
    Let me get a s-t-l-e-r
    I'm a hustling ass nigga, my money so large

    The streets is wet I know, I preach this gutter flow
    A go round come back nigga, you reap what you sew
    Never took that much time, for me to know
    See I just planted my seed, and let my money grow
    Time reveal I'm real, these other niggaz hoes
    And everyday's a gamble, so let the dice roll

    Where I'm from, I been repping from unteen
    It's been my theme, my earrings high beam
    Yeah yung redd enough said, I bump heads
    With these niggaz, who thought that I couldn't make enough bread
    A hundred deep, I'm so strong
    Get high in the plane, wet I smoke his own grown

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    Grinding's a habit, I'm making this cabbage
    Block move like clockwork, if anybody asks
    Same as the glock work, do it without a mask
    Learn to take it slow, when I'm making fast cash
    Dro smoking, out of gas masks
    The best grass put some'ing in the bank
    Stack and don't touch that
    So for crack, just show me where them bucks at
    Pull up in that truck, trust me sluts love that
    I could show you how to make ya doubles, smooth like butter
    But remember, I been through the struggle me and my brother
    Smuggle shit through check points, with no trouble
    Get a room and a coffee mug, make them hoes bubble

    Fuck you, and any nigga you run with
    You can play that punk shit, till you hear that yung nigga
    That get's the deal in the hood, we them niggaz they come get
    I'm all grind small time, licks I'm done with
    And it seem to me, y'all niggaz ain't g's to me
    Must be a dream and y'all forseen, in the streets with me
    I keep my heat with me, and send five where your chest at
    And them greentip bullets, going through that vest black

    I'm taking them green dollas, to where them checks at
    To the bank account, I put em and then I bring em out
    Fuck what you thinking bout, I ain't with that hanging out
    Lil' ron getting paper, you wish you could make it out
    Yeah, I don't know what the fuck
    These niggaz, was thinking out here (sucka free)
    We still on the grind mayn, we ain't never left mayn
    H.$.e. Mo'fuckers, yeah

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    Composición: Yung Redd y Lil' Ron

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