The Art of Hustle(Explicit) - Yo Gotti

The Art of Hustle (Explicit) - Yo Gotti
Written by：Mario Mims
Law number 1 never underestimate the enemy
See this a very important law law 2 if a man
How a flaw that mean that flaw really exist
Never take it for granted never
Rule 3 make sure you never break it never
Sleep where the sack at
I'm the hustler's constitution
Feds giving back time for retribution
You snitching that sh*t excuses
Pain that's execution and that's my only solution
I got from stopping these rat niggas from moving
My life a movie not a short film
Big budget denizen Washington Will Smith yeah
Sacrifice all Pacino godfather Marlon Brando
A word to the wise watch your guys niggas snakes in disguise
Meeting b**ches off the gram know they living and lying
Cold heart never cried if I did it was blood
Little ni**a big pride murder that's what it was and that's law
See if a ni**a
See when you got that mother f**ker chip on your
Shoulder and that big a** pistol and a ni**a come playing
You gotta show a ni**a you mean business you know what I'm saying
I'm fighting pain fame I never want to change
I'm the same still running with the gang
Still down to kill a ni**a about some petty
You a million dollar ni**a got to get that in your brain
Now get that in your brain it's all about the
We savages we all live the same
And it's the art of war ni**a like the art of hustle ni**a
They looking for the goonies but I'm the muscle ni**a
I'm shooter like Durant
I got heart like Russell ni**a
I lost a million to the plug I never trust another ni**a
What if I sell a million records will that change the code
Will my niggas try to betray me cause I know they vultures
Will L A Reid see my vision
Create me a better way to put my people on
Will my baby mama finally quit texting my phone
Kiss my daughter and my son tell 'em I'm coming home
Tell my niggas put the pistols down I'm in the zone
I been dropping nothing but gangsta sh*t on every song
This that sh*t they been waiting for forever long
They gave my Patna 30 years for talking on the phone
I had to watch his mama cry and tell her let's be strong
I'm hold him down he won't do all that time alone
What if I wasn't a rapper the streets would get annoyed
Cause don't nobody tell it how I tell it and you know it
What if they say I changed cause I went outside the box
What's good I kept my plug number so I can get some blocks
18 wheeler full of coc*ine I'm talking lots of d**e
Not believing Mexican plugs f**k a horoscope
If you a star where your telescope
These niggas high they on hello d**e
Your favorite rapper hello broke
Cars leases they got hello notes
Houses rented got eviction notes and everybody already know
You fabricated and
You sold a million records I got millions of dollars
Who really made it huh