x black smurf whose pills are these what bag were they in
I'm tired, I'm tired, been blowin' on fire
I should get some sleep, 'cause tomorrow we drivin'
Ruby da Pilot been pulled over twice
And I still flick the lighter, I'm tryna get higher
Fuck 5-0, bitch, tryna reach 5 and 0
They fucking with my hustle, man, they tryna fuck my title
Driving to Cali, driving to Brooklyn, driving to Texas
What's going to be next for us?
Prolly the prison, we tend not to listen
Making more money, one show then they do in a week
Yeah, they even admitted it
Splittin' and stuffin', I say "fuck the cuffing"
Smokin' and driving got me into trouble a couple of times
But I still keep on puffin'
Flexin' in Lil' Mexico, smokin' on the Texaco
I will never save a hoe, never rat and that's fo' sho'
Data on, I never roam, always creepin' close to home
Xanax bars or methadone, local rappers on my phone
Fuck you mean? I'm Grey for life
Opium inside my pipe, if dying's wrong, I'm never right
Couple bitches on some ice, they treat me like I'm Eazy E
Yung Christ, no Galilee
I am such a rarity, hangin' from a Rosary
Talk that shit on up
Nigga that where you fucked up
Try Trick or Treatin' on my head
Don’t make me get to tuffed up (run up)
Reppin' FOD? man Anywhere no matter where I go (squad)
Take the cash out my hand boy you gon' need to hold for us
To fuck with me my life Skywalker so don’t 
Dreamin' money hoes and hoes, talking ‘bout  Hustle
Fear off the muscle
Aim and bust
You playing with a nigga’s hustle
Can’t fail 
Life is a Hustle