Still Hustlin'

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Sittin' in the hooptie, lookin' for a groupie Bitch, I'm K.Dot, act like you knew me Got me fucked up, me don't pay for no booty You looking for a price, bitch, I'm not no fool, G I'm hot like Cooly, sicker than the cooties I got all the juice, you something like a Poomby I'm soon to be the greatest for the ages of the young Watch the game like a raven, cravin' rappers 'til I'm numb Novacane can't contain the pain that I brung Bitch, I shine like a microscope bouncin' off the sun Words bouncin' off my tongue like a damn trampoline Hoes manicure, hemmin' up the bottom of my jeans so I kick him off Got haters pissed off, used to have no bank Look at my account, you see O's like Rick Ross I drift off to the moon, martian Use the Big Dipper as a teaspoon Parkin' my UFO somewhere that you don't know Welcome to the C4, you see one, you see four Bombs in my peak hold, bombs over Baghdad Son you niggas, you can never say I was a bad dad Run you nigga like a marathon This is when Vietnam meets the Babylon Bring it to yo front porch, tanks on your grass lines I'm Mike Jordan in his prime, jumpin' from the foul line In order to see the king, you gotta swim through the ponds Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Bitch I'm on my grind like I ain't made nothing And to tell the truth, I ain't made nothing Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Started out hustlin' (bitch I'm still hustlin') Bitch I'm on the grind like I ain't made nothing K. Dot start it up You hear my engine bitch Pussy wet paint sweeter than some licorice I'm like the homie Nas, I'm on some nigga shit More chains more whips hell yeah I'm living rich We chewing MC's, like some licorice Disrespect, get that ass smoked like a cigarette And I'm the realest yes, keep these bitches wet And we don't give em chips, we just give em dick Got guns on me, cause them niggas hate Better have insurance, cause I'm giving wakes I ain't lifting weights, I lift them .38s 9s, .45s, big choppas aiming at yo face Ha ha Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Bitch I'm on my grind like I ain't made nothing And to tell the truth, I ain't made nothing Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Started out hustlin' (bitch I'm still hustlin') Bitch I'm on the grind like I ain't made nothing Paint bubblicious, just a lil rusty It's Friday, been on the donut since Monday, highway How I touch sky, I Kanye, kill 'em Like Ali, bomaye, killer Swap meet shopping till I not need nothing Or in-between the legs of a knock-kneed woman Say it ain't so, Soul, say it ain't so I ain't fucking with you like Nazi public Fuck 'em, fuck it, slide in the bucket You rolling on adults I'm sitting on the team summit T-pain on, back seat fucking puffing la la la like a Lil Wayne song And why would I lie like a nigga in denial? When I can tell the truth and be free like style Top-notch TV don't touch that dial Unless you finna wash up, you niggas better watch us Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Bitch I'm on my grind like I ain't made nothing And to tell the truth, I ain't made nothing Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Started out hustlin' (and I'm still hustlin') Started out hustlin' (bitch I'm still hustlin') Bitch I'm on the grind like I ain't made nothing