vincent armone - Hustler

I am hustler
con you out of your first born
take all the money you have
disappear way before the crack of dawn
cause I am a h-u-s-t-l-e-r
hustler

Dam I aint no good
born and raised in the mother fucken hood
hustled since I could crawl
the sweetest little talker
became the best of them all

I am a hustler
its all I will ever be
thats why I look out for only me
h-u-s-t-l-e-r
word I pull the trigger long
never ease down
another mother fucker gets beat down

Talk a nun out her habit
sell that shit to a priest
by a huge ring
go flaunting the bling
I am hustler
look at my walk
I can get want I dont need to talk

Brothers in the hood they think they all smart
say they aint falling for my shit
I am about to get shot

Pull out the charm
that boy is hooked
he will give the gun
and all his hoes too
Cause I am a hustler
and thats what I done

My mom calls me a bum
my dad he just prays
but the streets are hard
and staying alive is the game
so I hustle
do what I do
better watch out
cause I am coming for you

Word life yo
peace

vincent armone

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