Hustlers Don't Die Pt. 5 E

S-West shit. Know what I'm saying, S? A'ight. Four racks on a far-fetched, but on the daily, It's trapstar Marbek. Uh. Few bills and a training tracksuit, looking like A footballer who ain't start yet. Bro just got the white ash, you gotta roll Back ways when you spark that. Bring scrams to the venue, so we gotta face Outwards when we park that. Thing. Rolling with my young moodies, scrape off the Wax, it ain't even a day old. New one. You know the hustlers don't die, and If they go jail, then they still on the Payroll. Still. Hash browns with the egg rolls, Little bit of onions, hold on the mayo. Pause. Small sauce, no hashtag. Julie get the cash, Chi-Chi get the yayo. And in my city, I'm an emperor, capo di Tutti, head of a legion. Sheesh. Top dragon in my dungeon. If they ain't bending the knee, then it's treason. Now y'all. I brought spice to the GB. 'Fore I came 'round, they ain't have no season. Tasteless. I gave calls to the rebels. 'Fore I came 'round, they ain't have no reasons. Brainless. I was Mowgli in the jungle. Then I woke up one day, and I was Tarzan. Out with the bats on a dark one. Come at with a dagger, and his scent man Arcing. Temps that. Geeking out my cells to the Gardens. Niggas in my ear just talking jargon. Rubbish. On my way to healthcare with the sharp One. And I was on the phone to girl Tryna clap one. Racing. Stepped out my Reeboks, had to do the Yeezy And Jordan restock. Fresh, D-Boy with the D-block. Back then when the wheel had three shocks. Sheesh. Grew locks like a lion, fought with the Bears, came back with my feet hot. Brr. With a shout that I done for my People. Trust when I go, they gon' sing from The rooftop. me y'all. Boy King, the renaissance. Tryna leave an empire like the Mayans. Mm. Thirty thousand feet in the sky with trees On the plane, and I got my shades on. Did that. New flow, but the same song. Trust me. We DIY, get our paint on. A'ight. I ain't right, and I ain't wrong. It makes sense if you know where I came From.