'Sup, niggas? How you niggas livin'? You all a'ight? Everything good out here? What's up, baby? Good, good, good How you feel, baby? Chillin' Got that money for me, man? I gotta make moves Yeah, I got it, but not all of it, yo What you mean, you ain't finished? I got robbed, yo (Park it around the block! Around the block, man!) The fuck you mean you got robbed, man? Who robbed you? That nigga, Duff Nigga Duff? Let this nigga Duff up on you, man, and take your shit? And my piece, man You had your fuckin' gun on you, man? What the fuck is wrong with y'all niggas? On the Grind for my fam grind for my set Keep my eyes on my woman hands on my chick Dark red in my eyes pride in my chest All hail Hustle God king in the flesh It's like I gotta get this cash so I'm not depressed My niggas slide with that 9 it don't got no kick Heard you didn't grind for your spot you just rode some dick I went from 0 to 100 such a magic trick She went from sight to a slut like Pamela Anderson You go from paid to being broke or tryna chase the bitch See when that moolah in my hand I'm mucho masculine Try me oh my you won't survive explode your abdomen Walk like a boss talk like a boss but you's an applicant You think your squad compare to mine now thats inaccurate You make a move the Waterboyz will sink your battle ship Then hustle family mafia come and wreck some shit Say that's your bitch but in her mouth is my ejaculant Hustle God like Dracula no I'm not average bitch Just smoking trees till I feel like I'm inanimate Must keep this focus otherwise why be inadequate Look here... you saw that jonesin' motherfucker that just ran out of here? That's my clientele That's real money right there Like... like what? I just made enough dough to bake biscuits for the projects, nigga Try a quick $800 in one day The fuck are you shrugging for? There's something wrong with your back? Yeah Look. This here is a hundred a pop. Only niggas with real dough fuck with this And that's all yours? Hell, yeah, this is all me!

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (oh Lord, Jetson made another one!) I gotta go and get a big bag, baby, I need to go get that dough I know I kinda make you big mad when you don't see me, I don't come home I'm tryna to find a way to fix that, but I don't need to 'cause it's not broke I never been the type to wait on a man, I gotta get it on my own Mmm-oh-oh, I ain't no basic bitch No, I got goals I don't need hindrance, I'm tryna grow If you can't handle this, you gotta go Why? 'Cause I gotta be focused on me (on me) Can't depend on you if you don't know what I need (I need) Baby, I'm 'pposed just be focused on me (on me) I got some work to do, I'm focused on me (on me) Focused on me Said I gotta be, focused on me Said I gotta be, focused on me Yeah, I gotta be, focused on me Said I gotta be, focused on me I gotta go and get a big check, baby, I need to go make deposits I ain't finna hit 'em with a big flex, know you see me, yeah, I got it You ain't gotta ask how did that, hit it, flipped that, then I caught it I been stacking them chips, that don't just mean what's in my wallet Mmm-whoa-oh, I ain't no basic bitch No, I got goals I don't need hindrance, I'm tryna grow If you can't handle this, you gotta go-go 'Cause I gotta be focused on me (on me) Can't depend on you if you don't know what I need (I need) Baby, I'm 'pposed just be focused on me (focused on me) I got some work to do, I'm focused on me (on me) Focused on me Said I gotta be, focused on me Said I gotta be, focused on me Said I gotta be, focused on me I gotta be, be, focused on me Don't take this personal (don't take it personal) No, I don't mean to hurt you, no (don't mean to hurt you, no) I just gotta put me first, that's all (gotta put me first, that's all) Yeah, I just gotta put me first, that's all I gotta be focused on me (on me) Can't depend on you if you don't know what I need (I need) Baby, I'm 'pposed just be focused on me (on me) I got some work to do, I'm focused on me (on me) Focused on me (yeah) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(DJ Swift on the track) Who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the— who hotter than Gee? I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? He tryna lock in with the team, so we popped him for free Said he was sick and tired, I wiped his nose, rocked him to sleep Broke n- re-up, couldn't cover my cost for the week Chop in my lap, poppin' my flats, calm my nerves while I creep They know I'm like that in reality, not on IG It was some light s- that you did, but the meaning was deep I tell the shooters, now they blessed, 'member murder was cheap Even as a chef, you get respect after burning your beef Then after that, you grab a pack and you turn it to three Then after that, if you can rap, you might turn into me Bae say I scare her when I'm geeked 'cause I talk in my sleep N- better wake up 'fore they dream about murdering me 'Cause I put killers on they feet, they put blood on the street Put your cuz on a tee, I told him, "Quit muggin' at me" Hit your lung with this heat, snake fang dug in deep Trapped in Miss Janice, me and Beach Right before prices got cheap Right before water got deep We was supposed to be like T and Meech Ain't it crazy? Mama's baby finally made a million Low to the ground Caught him 'round the town with my hand on the trigger Leave out the galleria, ladies chase me down for pictures I'm a street n- and she can't wait to sink her teeth in me You too secretive, that's why I don't be trusting these b- It's a fake one mixed in with the real ones amongst me, I sense it If you listen, I'ma kill you first time I hear you hissin' I thought long as we was winning, it didn't matter, Jordan and Pippen But I stay humble hittin', you wasn't feeling me like I was missin' I sat in that kitchen, Jacob and Clay, learning my mixture Romel had made me smile, he told me he showed Miss Trudy my pictures Know it hurt him to his heart when he heard I turned into Hitler Well, not really, he told me he feel me, stand on that business Free Jimmy, showed me how to sip syrup and stack attention He also told me when I be rollin', ride with a sixty And another one taped to the back of it, take it out and flip it That's 120 and we shoot it out all day Fuck a n- (free the shotta) Know what I'm sayin'? Who hotter than Gee? I'm in the house, I got six hundred on my neck I got a question for the streets, who hotter than Gee? Yeah, yeah, yeah

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