Never Hustle Me - Instrumental Song

Yeah I was just goddamn, uh, I was just sittin' in here Early in the mornin', it was like ten And I was talkin' to my wife (Euphoric, this you?) And I was just sittin' there sayin' to myself (D-Roc) And I was like Oh, I can't go like that, I can't lose And I done made it where I'm at, from pistol swervin' in coupes And I done been through so much pain, I can't patch up my bruise I'm gon' drop me a mixtape and a album I'm gon' get high as fuck in the phantom I'm gon' mix it up wit' my brothers Tell your mama, say that I love her I'm gettin' rich on these motherfuckers And I'm gon' ball for who I love, and tell my grandfather I'm hustlin' Tell 'em people that I make millions You ain't even gotta tell 'em that I bust Go tell 'em I came up, had nothin', just had faith in my plan Go tell 'em I come with no notice, they know that I'm chosen Don't know it bitch, I'm the man Grandma died, I lost my hand, and lost my love and all I need Go tell 'em I cash out on coupes I remember ridin' 'round in that Camry We came, we hop out and ready to shoot That nigga shot 50, I popped at his top And I knocked off his lil' brother too And I fuck with lil' shorty and I trust in lil' shorty I add me one more to the group Try to hide from the cameras, they caught me on boot My suit is Fendi, not wearin' no type cartier on my eye And Givenchy my shoe Takin' a bitch up from out of the ride Just a matter of time before I buy her one new I'm not closin' my eyes, no snooze, no lie I'm not closin' my eye on that bitch, I'm no fool They gon' up with the fire, whenever I'm turnin' my back I'll let the bitch slide 'round the whole town, inside a big Maybach Probably get stabbed in my back, why you do it like that? Take it a minute, I do it like that Turn up the bass, how you do it like that? Cartier, ayy, he do it like that Tell me now how you do it like that Bitch move wrong, she'll never come back Cartier ring, I ain't do it like that Fly out to Spain, I'll do it like that One million cash, I'ma do it like that Nigga let it bang and his mom like that I don't fuck with these niggas Five, big slime, I'ma get 'em all whacked, all I do is say "slatt" Ho' tryna slime me slime and I had to get her back And you know I had to do it like that Know I got a bag and they only wanna send me back Nigga, don't touch my pack, I got K two up inside of a pamper Oh, I can't go like that, I can't lose And I done made it where I'm at, from pistol swervin' in coupes And I done been through so much pain that I can't patch up my bruise Drop me a mixtape and a album I'm gon' get high as fuck in the phantom I'm gon' mix it up with my brothers Tell your mama, say that I love her I'm gettin' rich on these motherfuckers And I'm gon' ball for who I love, and tell my grandfather I'm hustlin' Tell 'em people that I make millions You ain't even gotta tell 'em that I bust 'em

Walk around some time and see If you can think up something That you've never thought before Judging by the looks of things It's getting late and you've gone by That neighborhood before Prove it to yourself If you've got something to offer See if you can welcome yourself home anymore If you ever have then it's not worth mentioning Believe me never, hate me forever Believe me never, hate me the rest of your life