[Verse 1]
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go round
The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds
The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas
See how shit come back round for ya
Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya
Got a cake in the oven, now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you can't knock the hustle
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my J butter put more 'd' on me
Lil Weezy Wee gon' eat, that's how it is
Got insurance on the floor, man, I'm that positive
And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens
Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz
And you know I put the mags on that
.45 mack with the flash on that
Who want it
Everybody sing along

[Chorus x2]
Now I'ma ride 'cause I got riding in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shining in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete
[Verse 2]
And when I move, I move out with the raw
I move out with the squad
Tools out when we ride, we so mob
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread, the people's player
I did what the culture said
And I live by La Costra Nostra set
Fuck around, I'll knock your shoulder from your head
Get it right, I'm a soldier till I'm dead
This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled
I'm pumping o's with lots of hay
I'm so high, and really, I don't even know why
But oh, I just go buy a whole house
And lay my mat down, lay her back down
But I never put my mack down
You see the thug in me
You know Weezy, he the young son of Bubba-B
Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B
If you want it, then come to me
I'm right here

[Chorus x2]
Now I'ma ride 'cause I got riding in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shining in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete
[Verse 3]
I'm G'd up
Only follow the code of the streets
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustling by the days with no food
But just so I can eat
And ain't it a bitch?
And if you see me gettin' fat, I'm probably gettin' rich
And you probably can come see me for some crack before six
And after that it's all bricks
A fake and my palm is wrapped around this eight
And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam
I skate with the bomb
I'm asking you don't play with me at all
Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all
It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints
'Cause I did and do shit that's better than new shit
Fit for two clips
The kid is a nuisance
Aww man, he's inspired by his own gangsta music (And?)
And The Blueprint
Cruising through the stoop with the ewe lit
Like ooh shit, this is more than weed, it's 500 Degreez

[Chorus x2]
Now I'ma ride 'cause I got riding in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shining in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete