Hustler's Ambition lyrics

(Like the fire needs the air)

(I won't burn unless your there)

Yea, I need you, I need you to hate

So I can use you for your energy

You know, it's real shit, feel this!

[Verse 1]

America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me

Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle

I take spit over raymo shit, I'm a vandal

Got that silver duck tape on my Trey Eight handle

The women on my life bring confusion shit

So like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch

Look at me, this is the life I chose

Niggas around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up

I build an empire on the low the narc's don't know

I'm the weatherman, I take that coco leaf and make that snow

Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door

O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreaming

Niggas be scheming, I'm fiendin to live a good life

The fiends just fiendin

Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see

The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me

[Chorus]

I want the finer things in my life

So I hustle (hustle)

Nigga you get in my way when while I'm trying to get mine

And I'll buck you (buck you)

I don't care who you run with, or where you from

Nigga fuck you (fuck you)

I want to find the thing thats in my life

So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]

Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks

Black talents start flying, when a nigga flip

I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me

Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50

Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit

Send me them seeds I'll grow 'em what they need

Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic

And I'm selling them 500 a pop god damn it

I sold everything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind

Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine

If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook

What goes in my mind, it's contagious

Hypnotic, it sounds melodic

If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be that potent product

Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key

And you can locate me where ever that dope be, getting money man

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision

Mossberg pumping, shotgun dumping and drama means nothing

It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switching lanes

In the jewels with your chains

I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS

Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot

I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline

Played it perf and get nauseous, watching the spinner spin

I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state

Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate

Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape

Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake

I'm like the East coast number one playboy B

Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me

The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me

Racist, pointing at me look at the nigga ratchi

Hello!