[Verse]
I pray I don't die in a rut, I pray I don't slip up and die in these chucks
Aye, I pray they don't ride up and bust, I pray they don't hop out with choppers and dunk, pull up and hop out the truck
These n***as be tripping, I lie in the cut, aye
Get caught up for trying your luck, lie in the trunk just for hyping shit up
I need a beat with some bass in it, and a blunt with some grape in it
Pockets deep with some cake in it, ridin deep in LA widdit
Ride to the IE n***as wanna find me, but I'm out here high-key ridin' with a dime piece, n***as don't like me!
Fuck 'em, I made it, I'm living, I'm making a killing, they hate that I did it!
They hate 'cause the fuck I ain't given, n***as be talking, and I don't be trippin'
I hustle, I hustle, I get it. We really live it, this shit ain't a gimmick
I hustle, I hustle I get it. Shit is just in me, my n***a, I feel it!