[Intro]
Street Starz
Hustler baby, hustler baby
Yo, listen
It's like

[Verse]
Dead broke, sitting on my last tenner
Pray one day that my life will get far better
Fuck beefing with these cowards and neeks
Three hours of sleep and I ain’t showered in weeks
I'm on my grind baby, robberies, selling packs
Mummy went through hell and back
I love you with my heart, and I don't ever tell you that
I’m on my grind I can't afford to stay, but I'm only one phone call away, uh
The hustle got me breaching bail
I need grub, I need scales, and I'm pissed off that P's in jail, uh
Plus I lost all my P's as well
And my uncle keeps telling me I need a girl
To teach me how to be a man, but he won't ever understand that I've already tried this before
She got on her knees, and said she’s never tried this before
Then she lied even more, and told me that she loves me
And we broke all the rules, nah we don’t abide by the law but she's a dutty gyal
And I can never trust you again, you said it was love, love ’til the end
Fuck that, J Hus unattractive
Man a bun a fat spliff and get fucking active
Spent half of a grand for this dotty in the palm of my hand but this weren't part of the plan
'Cause I'm from shitty old Newham
Where I’ll poke my old friends like I never even knew 'em
Like we never use to play in the park, you get blazed when I bark but your memory will stay in my heart
That's how things go, I got rushed last week the same day I let my ting go, uh
That means he's here for a real reason, 'cause he never got hit and he's still breathing
Yo, shots will get sent from the car, I'll let my ting go then repent to Allah
Long time, long time that I ain't been Jumu'ah
Out chere', out chere' chasin' this mulla
One day I'll leave this whole life and practice Islam 'cause the music and the trap is haram, no more straps in the palm
Mum's crying, I keep telling her to stay calm even though her son's got gripped by the Shaitan
Boogie with the devil with my shades on
[Outro]
Hustler baby
J Hus, Street Starz you get me, you dun know