[Chorus: Fat Fat & Chetta]
I hustle everyday
I gonna take my sins to the grave
Motherfucka i stay chill
[Verse 1: Fat Fat]
Im racks prodigy, and this a modest me
I haven't ever turned up, yeah honestly
Honestly, im a dog period
And you can catch me where the come ups be
When i do it its magical, night time of the effinal, homie
My life is lower and unpractical, homie
Wake up on the morning, thank the lord for my daughters
Get fresh crank to call, up and beat the soda
Open the jar up, great kush in it
Melo-D is an army and i am the lieutenant
Who been it, i since the 6 grade
Remember stealing momma mid-grade
That shit changed me dizzy
Move to killa, call me M.J smooth criminal
Thrilla, Illa
Music is what i am producing, whats the point of snoozing
[Chorus: Fat Fat & Chetta]
I hustle everyday
I gonna take my sins to the grave
Motherfucka i stay chill
[Verse 2: Chetta]
And its feeling like a payday, i get paid everyday
So what am i saying?, oh girl think about me
I know i couse headaches, no i make break hearts
I take you on a date for the cake, come and give me that
Untamed lion, you ain't playing with no skinny cap
California chornic, tell me boo can you handle that
I dont think so, west coast the instrumental
But this is New Orleans everybody pack pistols
Just take your kids to your house, ain't safe to play
We grow all day, hustlin the sun on my face
Stacking chips, like vegas you know a ace
I draw it out when i see it, and your boys trace
So pop it off when you see me
The whole city know me, few people wanna be me
Im running my town, my [?]
Im blowing out the pound, yall just hating no reason
[Chorus: Fat Fat & Chetta]
I hustle everyday
I gonna take my sins to the grave
Motherfucka i stay chill