Yo check this out! In life, you got your wannabe's You got your gonnabe's, and you got your hasbeen's Then you got your hustlers and hardcore

Oh a line with fakes a time Fresh time, with sure more times Jimminy two time respect mine Big click with breakfast and blacklist War! War! War! War! Vision, knocking you out motherfucker listen Superstition can help you in this battle G's and sandles who surround you in all the angles All over your shit in shamble Looking the little of latter you fucking runt

Hustlers! Hustlers and Hardcore! Giving you more than what you asking for! Say what, say what, we’re hustlers and hardcore Keeping it right, keeping it rough keeping it raw

Danger hander Banging swinging banner all single hander Hit the left propaganda Ill manner bad grammar stander Got the people chasing with cameras by the manner Hit and slap us, so pajamas Hiding in the hampers under dirty pampers Happy brands will make them happy campers Little laughter Shit nappers

I'll puke, eat it, and freak you Battle? I'm too weeded to speak to The only key that I see to defeat you Would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you And force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe I'll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse You'll think I pulled the fucking ground out from underneath you (Bitch!) I ain't no fucking G, I'm a cannibal I ain't tryin to shoot you I'm tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass And have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers Fuck the planet, 'til it spins on a broken axis

Hustlers! Hustlers and Hardcore! Giving you more than what you asking for! Say what, say what, we’re hustlers and hardcore Keeping it right, keeping it rough keeping it raw

Aw yeah {echoes}