I might shit post man. I got this
year. I'm Quake, I'm out of San Antonio, Texas, 5A, 165, I squat 415, I bench 290.
For the season, I got 1285 yards and 10 touchdowns, I came second in district
running back position and I played cornerback. My 40 yard dash is 4.53. I try to
bottle myself after hearing 15 deans yesterday.
I mean what I speak, I do as I say
It's a lie, grind, don't get in my way
I'm pimping my, I'm jacking my throats
I spit at police, hit up my bill
I ain't going to court, you can call a judge
Tell her, kiss my, cause I ain't gonna bud
And I ain't going back to lock up
You're trying to clock a pop-up
I ain't going back to boat
And I'm never gonna stop the buffin'
Not for nothing, the block they need me
The streets they need me, the club's easy
It's mine, believe it, you don't believe it
Can't be touched, can't be stopped
Can't be moved, can't be rocked
Can't be shook, we hot
When will you next?
Can't get croaked, can't bring life
Can't get stoned, can't get right
Turn down the music, turn up my mind
When will you next?
Open your hearts for me, look what I got for you
You and the presence of greatness, I'm making hot for you
Pass the rock to me, block it, I run with it
Here for the game and all the f*** that come with
So full of focus, I'm insisting on keyin' it goin'
To franchise, I exist in the league of my own
Inspect attention, unfamiliar with being ignored
The truth back came and lockin' it close to the door
Brick walled in the road, I won't move
The king, I'm like Roy in the ring, I can't lose
Shut her face or we'll compare the map
You wanna walk?
Ain't hard to find, I holler back, back
Can't be touched, can't be stopped
Can't be moved, can't be rocked
Can't be shook, be high
When will you next?
Look what I got for you, can't get wrong
Can't not bring life, can't not get started
Can't not get it right, turn down the music
Turn up my mind, when will you next?
I move when my heart say move
Feels like a lion, got nothing to prove
Steppin' up a hot damn mute
Got in my corner, can't lose
Tryna get me out my hot damn shoes
See how quick I jump up, they dig, dig, dig the blues
They gon' see you on the hot damn move
And I ain't even nothin', make it me to the crime
Not a print, not a hot damn move
Beat me down is what I came to do
And I ain't playin' by a hot damn move
Shake you down if you ain't payin' the dues
We passin' up your block and ooh
My screws are loose, don't call my head
Cause you gon' make me at a hot damn fool
Dead discussion, you will not win
Cause I will not move
Can't be touched, can't be stopped, can't be moved
Can't do rock, can't be shook, we hot
When will you next move?
Can't make it cold, can't nobody
Can't make it cold, can't make it right
Turn down the music, turn up my mind
When will you next move?
She makes it
How do I do it?
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Yeah
Hustle, hustle, hustle
She makes it
Hustle, hustle, hustle
They're the remakes
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Uh, same old
Just a different day
I here tryin' to get it, get it
Each and every way, way
Mama need a house, house
Baby need some shoes
Times are gettin' hard
That's what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hard, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle
Hard, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle
Hard
Close, now it's gon' get bad
On this bullet
Okay, I'm booked out until August
Show money to politics
See the truth
Then I copy, got bout a house
Knowed in my pocket
I'm on South Beach with that top off
Bad to her aunt, so
So I'm out of that catalog
She in to do it to that lock, y'all
And I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My chef is sittin' too high
I call that with Khalifa
And I'm all about it in Franklin's
Ain't talkin' to Rita
My league too major
I'm hip-hop Derek Jito
And I'm still feelin' my pockets
Big bass and it's knockin'
Yeah, there's speed every
McBustie ride around with that rocket
Go walkin' back to my household
We the best, be that loco
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinner roll
No, sorry, turn it, turn it
We be gettin' all that
Oh, can't what's I be
Evilly rough with your party
Cause it does
Same mode
Just a different day
I here tryin' to get it, get it
Each and every way
Mama need a house, house
Baby need some shoes
Times are gettin' hard
Guess what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hard, hard, hustle
You know I love this
Hard, hard, hustle
Hustle, hustle
I got
Hard, close
Now I'm still gettin' feelin' it
On that bullet ball
24's on my beamer
Never know when I slide up
19 in my Nina
Red dot when I ride up
Honey deep in that KOD
King of diamonds, that's me
Know you can't get my beat
Choppers only think free
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his preacher
Straight drop in my pica
Eight snuck in my speakers
Last night I counted one meal
This morning, one fifth of it
They got me up
Don't make me hurt your feelings
V-12 with cheddar
Jet blue for dead it
Rolex embedded
With princess and bigots
Same mode brick
But it's different, yay
Yeah, that's candy paint
On my seven tray
Same mode
Just a different day
How'd you tryna get it, get it
Each and every way
Mama need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are gettin' hard
Guess what we gon' do
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hard, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hard, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Hard
Close, mouse, don't get fed
On this bullet ball
Okay, my black card in my pocket
Ridin' round in that gotty
Pippin' off of my boxers
Now ain't got time to beat boxin'
Got her rib on
She look traffic
If she be ridin', she shoppin'
Young money, we poppin'
I eat these rappers at the knee hop
And see that v-neck that's polo
Grilled up like Ocho
Cheptillers with no socks
You chicken po-yo
Live on Sundays
King of diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb
Call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a backyard
Fish tank with sharks in it
Real do
I'm authentic
I'll flip it till she showin'
They got a belt
She'll be balltin' it
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track
And hit the
Put that Wayne Traan
Free by dude
T.I.
Suu to the B-Hive
Got a G 6 and a G 5
You pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-pff-ff
Feline
D'oh stop the party
We be gettin' all in
Wolf kid, we sorry
I'll wear backfukers and mallet cuz it's same old
Just a different day
Out you're trying to get it, get it each and every
Mama need a house, baby need some shoes
They want that car to fold, baby be coming soon
Same old, just a different day
Out you're trying to get it, get it each and every
Wait, wait, mama need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, hard, guess what I'm with
