Heart Of A Hustler (feat. Lil Keke, Mike D & Kay-K)

It's going down hm ha, we on the South
 Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
 Playa hating niggas, can't fuck with me
 Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
 Keke smoking tree, blowing up the industry
 'Sace shades, Dobb hat, dressed to impress
 Candy red drape and buck, TV's in my head rest
 Rolling on blades, chopping up blocks
 Rolley, bezeltine, baguettes filled with rocks
 Two Glocks, what did you expect
 Six hundred Benz, ten thousand on my neck
 Watch this boy wreck, then recollect
 Grab the black pen, and sign for the check
 Notorious but glorious, I made it understood
 Rap game executive, put it down for the hood
 Mayn it feel good, to ride and get blowed
 Billion dollar dreams, me and Kay thinking thoed
 Breaking down the beat, Solo has provided
 Dead End Alliance, Herschelwood has collided
 Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
 Playa hating niggas, can't fuck with me
 If you really wanna know, who we are
 When you coming down, like a superstar
 If they really wanna know, who it be
 It's Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D
 I got the mind of a G, in this game
 Addicted to the paper, so I can't escape it mayn
 Mind on the voyage or, sha'll I say a mission
 Back up in the kitchen, and my palms still itching
 Baby mama's still bitching, cause I ain't got time
 Trying to make a mill ticket, paper's on my mind
 I'm chart climbing, steadily shining
 Watch and ring filled all up, with diamonds
 Yellow hoes minding, bumper kit reclining
 I'm the first nigga to put the funk, up on your mind and
 Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
 Procrastinate, but you can hate the P-A to the T
 I got the heart of a hustler, mind of a G
 Bending big corners, in my 3-20
 I'm sitting low to the ground, plus I'm mobbing on 20's
 Young up in the game, and got a pocket full of money
 So much jealousy and envy, plus these haters perpetrating
 In the end they fall to the waist line, while the strong niggas make it
 I'mma stay up on my game, get the paper 'fore fame
 It's all up in the game, know I'm tal'm bout mayn
 Cause real gon be real, and fake gon be fake
 But I'm gon kick back, and let them boys playa hate
 Trying to talk down a real G, from the hood
 I hold the damn wood, and keep the point up understood
 Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
 DEA representative, and full time S.U to the C who it be
 A paper made G, from Dead End who sin
 Quickest way to get out, and get in this game
 I got's to get wit it, I'm holding my nuts
 And riding on buck, and these niggas just can't get with it
 Let my top down, on a Sunday
 Drug deals and homicides, occurring on that Monday
 It's a one way ticket, down this lane of slamming do's
 Pimping hoes, wearing creased clothes
 And riding blades on lows, fo' life we together mayn
 Paper gotta get better mayn, G fin to get with the stain
 Ain't no mo', slanging caine
 Thoed piece on my neck, don't try to neglect
 While I'm draped in Armani, and I'm sipping Moet
 I live the life of the mob, too smart to rob
 Ain't no sleeping on the job, when I tilt's my Dobb
 Cause the subject is paper, and I'm on that chase
 Lack lusters silly busters, ain't no time to waste
 Erase your thoughts, while I make my disclosure
 Too calm gat in my palm, can't lose my composure
 I'm like Gotti, Rolls Maserati
 Those who don't know, better ask somebody
 Sport Versace to the toes, and every playa knows
 That sometimes best friends, transform into your worst foes