Hustlers Ambition lyrics

by

Big K.R.I.T.


[All bars: Big KRIT]

I got a thing for this rap sh*t
Get money mad sh*t
Look at how they maxed me
Whats happening
On some super hero sh*t
In the city of villains
Well for a fee between you and me, n*ggas is killing
NARC's dirty like roaches usually they sellin'
Never had a heart growing up usually he tellin'
Saw that n*gga never spoke to him, for a good reason
In class poppin' off, used to say I was cheatin'
I keep my business on the low, convos to the minimum
You ain't ever heard of money bags, while I'm in to them
Make moves and break rules, f*ck bendin' em
Might haul off and swing on a n*gga like a pendulum
Stick to the code little man that's what they told me
O.G.'s that did they time like f*ck the police
Never trust a soul when you get this dough
Seen best friends turn to foes and jump ship like hoes
I see it clearly now, I'm on my grizzly now
Might have to maul me a n*gga with the semi now
Sniper sh*t 50 cal yea, get away clean boss
Concentrate calculate and knock ya head clean off
I don't need you to love me n*gga
Probably mad cuz your b*tch want to f*ck me n*gga
At my show, front row trynna touch me n*gga
Down to f*ck she gave it up you be her hubby n*gga
I'm on some pimp sh*t, no can't limp sh*t
Tell her, her pet name, bring me that bread "b*tch"
No I tease on the track, watch how I sketch this
A master piece so accurately a hustler's profession
No half way all in, n*gga I'm ballin'
Jim Jones hoes with a lambo I crawl in
Maybach that's right more ice than a half pipe
I must of been King tucked somewhere in my past life
Hold up, roll up, that good take a slow puff
That last drag of purp we smoke that sho nuff
I ain't trippin on beef
Over cheese if its cold cut
Take a block with a hole and dig till its sowed up
Yeah young Krizzle
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