(4914) Always been a hustler baby that's just what I've been shown I'll take you down that crooked path leaving you stuck with no road the globe is colder when you ain't got a shoulder to lean on no mystery to nicotine got my people so feen on alcohol consumption done got me too so i dream on a future of destruction no apathy for you peons eons of existence are relevant like it's ping pong back & forth bullshit with haterz leaving their dreams gone funny that they wanna be me you should have been king kong it's all about respect in this bitch fucker so dream on never what your mouth will make it's all about the actions taken saying that you love yet you still would go fuck with bacon fucking cowards and these bitches make me sick won't you go ahead and eat a dick fucking snitch even if you dry snitching it's elementary to hit ya with other levels to get ya with other metals to spit ya
(Hook) It's wide open like the past all haterz will always be mad just elevate continue on your path what you ask for peolpe always catch slow don't even know my last show much less the last song to pass gold only in the ghetto though that's what the fuck they ask for hypocrites no sentiment the window's always tinted & the mission is to win it in the last lap they sinning in the last trap they stick you in fuck all haterz damn man
(C-Rayz Walz) Fuck a hater in his hey fuck her in her face never behind the back though that's a total space of waste so stereo-typical audio digital fear hear it in the flesh but can't see it in the physical yea they say misery loves company & commitment too hater so if it wasn't me hater than it isn't you Hater never mad that these blind fools ain't seeing me who wouldn't know the bomb if my middle name was TNT if I keep it on my square now I'll be around later it's love if you with me if not it's still 360 hater fucking potato head you wouldn't know the soil from the soul I'm fully grown you just a brat out of control fuck you fucking bitches make me sick I should of let you suck a dick instead I hit the slit & let it drip & all the haterz only leaving me one guess fuck you cowards & all you hater bitches in your sun dress yes (Hook)
(4914) What's the plan next they charge you with the planets death the repercussions hit ya like never having a planned death they love it when you fall down hoping you never come around picking your self off of the ground knowing the shit you speak is now what up hustler all my gangstas and thugs all my people getting legal money puffed in the club getting fucked up so what's up haterz always stuck on the outside we looking up at the bright lights knowing it was a nice flight beautiful in the night sky wishing they had a nice life like we do they try lies still don't give a fuck I know I'm living my life right the circus of a prime time hustler bright at the right time always in the mist of it water drops to replenish it knowing the haterz imminent for simple shit bottom feeders full of shit come on rest will plot on diminishing they own soul simpleton mutha fuckaz are limited