[Chorus]
If you lookin' for me I ain't hard to find
I'll be right there posted on that 59
I got a burna in my lap at all times
And a bag a sticky icky green limes

I got that paper in them rubber bands stacked up
And I got somethin' hidden in the stash wrapped up
If you see purple in my cup that mean I'm leanin' tough
I got them haters on my back so I be strapped up
I'm in a league of my own while them haters throw stones
But my mind on cash I'm in the zone I'm grippin' wood and tippin' chrome
I'm well known my wrist is rocky like Stallone
Southlea is where I Rome
The champ is here and there is no clone
Off top I'm well respected on many blocks
So I'm pullin' hundreds and smashin' cocks
Knockin' these broads up out they socks
I'm in the hood like wig shops
Look close I ain't hard to spot
I'm right there at that gamblin' spot
Stackin' up a fat not

[Chorus: x2]

I'm a block burner like Lil Wayne
Revisin' the game like king James
The heads turnin like slim thug chain
I'm bangin' hooks like sugar Shane
I'm thowed off like Major Payne
Talkin' shit like brother lane
These boys talkin' down on the name

But they all washed up like Eddie Kane
The slab roof like David Blaine it disappear like magic
Glock nineteen made a plastic might stretch ya out jus' like elastic
I stay up on my toes till the day that my casket close
Bankrolls and fine hoes fancy cars and starch clothes
Weed cigars and Moet rolls pints a bar and kushy dro
Dime collector outside the club in candy toy with tha trunk exposed
Swishahouse baby that's my crew roll wit us or you'll get ran through
We loved by few and still true let me tell yall jus wat it do

[Chorus: x2]

Its hustle time Texas
I do this for tha streets
Grindin' wit no sleep because that paper what I seek
That hatin' need ta cease I'm evadin' the police
And I been hustlin' since hulk hogan body slammed the iron sheek
My flo is outta sight but them boys is all hype
They cant see me up on tha mic
So they be hatin' me outta spite
Some potent purple sprite I done paid my dues
I hear the strong survive but the weak end up on fox news
Sleepless nights wit burna in hand cause now a days them jackas plot
Jealousy turn friends ta foes im packin' glocks around tha clock
Stackin' nots and mackin' hoes
Chasin' paper and ridin' vogues
Get that dough wit out tha po's
On five nine double O

[Chorus: x2]

Writer : WALL, PAUL / WILLIAMS, JR., LEROY / KINOSHI, LEWIS
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing