Everyday Remix E

A-A-A-Ace, baby, and do not get it twisted. Rims, S Road all day, listen. Yo, listen. They said I shot dubs and I sell B. That's why if it ain't the Ace or the Crisp, I'm drinking LP. Chilling in my yard, I'm getting letters from Fucking LV. Same time I'm getting letters from my Jail G's. I got one soldier hitting them, other Slagging all them Oz. I don't shot down Westfield, I get busy up In Sloane Street. Walking fucking Harrods, It's like everybody knows me. Came through with a Carti' on, F had on His Rollie. Niggas talk like they getting money like Me, but ain't seen a nigga my age with A Carti' like me. Yo, two Cartis' and it Ain't been a fucking year. Man, I miss my fizzy, that would've lit down A fucking bear. Plus there's niggas still wanna Shoot me, know my head fat. I blew mad P's, and now I'm just tryna Make my bread back. When I was nineteen, I had more than ten Bags, and Harry gets funnier, I was only shotting Ten bags. Yo, From early, fam, I mastered this hustle ting. Wake up in the morning, and all I think About is hustling. Before I go to bed, All I think about is hustling. I'm with some bad B's, but all I'm thinking About is hustling. Yo, I done mastered this hustle ting. I wake up in the morning, all I think About is hustling. Before I go to bed, all I think about Is hustling. I'm with some bad B's, But all I'm thinking about is hustling. I can show you how to hustle bricks. Never had a nine-to-five, I know about hustle shift. I put the crack at dawn. I can shot a nine for five, live when I touch the strip. YG slapping corn, Running round, ducking pigs. Times I made my hustle switch, tried new avenues. All my crew slanging food, little yutes are banging Too. Wake up in the morning, all I'm thinking About is getting paper. Money going up and down like a escalator. Rappers gassing, ain't ever been out there. Looking like Money, but there's crackheads living Downstairs. Nearly been a decade, I hit the trap to get paid. The sun gon' shine after the rain and the Clouds clear. I've been about my P's before I Broke down a ki'. 'Matic with a thousand sweets, I'm never running out of teeth. Cunch with the ounce of each, real G's surrounding Me. Like Rims said, "Keep stacking, brudda, Put down your G's." From early, fam, I mastered this hustle ting. Wake up in the morning, and all I think About is hustling. Before I go to bed, all I think about Is hustling. I'm with some bad B's, But all I'm thinking about is hustling. Yo, I done mastered this hustle ting. I wake up in the morning, all I think About is hustling. Before I go to bed, all I think about Is hustling. I'm with some bad B's, But all I'm thinking about is hustling.