Hands in the Air - AZ

I'm a hustler not by choice
I didn't fall from heaven I rose from hell
Bigboy get bagged he gon' hold my bail
It's like Attica '67 when they closed the jail
Be careful but promote yo'selves that's what they told me
Involved but unconcerned f**k beef when it dissolve it does not return
I don't leave stagnate nor move off beat
So discrete very rarely do I move on feet
I rough ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats
Drive by's bodies left on both sides of the streets
I blacks out never blind by the size of the image
No disguise homocide don't rely forensic
Homes's finished scrambling caught in the scrimmage
12 shells ricocheting and it pours from the hemorrhage
Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for moving backwards
New York's number one draft pick
I'm a hustler not by choice
All this n***a know is get money burn a lot of smokes
Lazy n***as was sleeping I was wide awoke
Not a joke creep on snitches n***as gotta choke
When it's time to sleep with the fishes I supply the boat
And I swear it hurts I supply the coke
'Cuz don't nothing scare me worse than dying broke
Iron poking on my ribs while I'm laying in a Taurus
I live this s**t y'all just performers it's a dirty game
I seen thugs turn informers crooked cops run in the crib no warrants
Money talk though never stuck in a grudge
Got a female lawyer and she f**king the judge
I was once told that you reap what you sow
And a the scent of w**d always seep in your clothes
And a it's Quiet Money so we speaking in codes
Like why should I trust ya n***a I'm a hustler
I'm a hustler not by choice