hustlin and makin money cypha

its essay son i get that dough
move them things in a row like tic tac toe
and ya girl,ima hit that hoe
yea man that shits fa sho
and dont estimate the power of the hustle
put in that work us e a little bit of muscle
and im always ready for the tussle
i keep an iron dog the silencer be the muzzle
yea im a real money maker
trump in the game the rest is fakers

i will drop more soon

go

'SiRens"

A

From where
ballers iced up shawties like runners
that get a nice cut
i'm like throw me the weight, or face the bunners
by conquest or quest, keep a eye on ya chick
would hate to turn up, being a victim of setups
money motivates, so my gat my bitch
hat like sleeves full of tricks, my Goons fed up
eyes on the prize, to addicted can't ease up
oh the streets in you, i'll grease ya up
you seen as a OG, than holla! What up
this a takeover, ya run for the mil games over
advise ya to change over, Its time for a makeover
go head and play soldier, that chopper a bulldozer....
brake down math fast, like batter and eggs
scrambling chasing getting the cash, you'll think i'm paid
started with a half zoned with a brick
busting down grams, pushing quarters,dimes, and nicks
so swagger I don't care about, corners I be near bout
word of mouth, i treat droughts like traps in the south




1hunnit to all my real cypher heads...Word up

some niqqaz hustle fa money, some niqqaz hustle fa fame,
but if you hustle mayne, you better have respect for tha game,
a true hustla respect tha G code in this thang,
he know that all he really have is his ballz and his name,
by any means necessary fa most ta make stacks,
its a dirty game, but im doin mah thang so hate that!
way back in tha game, them niqqaz taught us how ta hustle today,
how ta make somthin from nothin mayne and how ta git paid,
thas all i know and it dont really matter bout which way
you go about gettin it, just get it, fukk what a bitch say,
som niqqaz jack, rap, sell crack, shoot craps in fact,
most niqqaz i know would sell they soul fa'sho ta git that,
and make no mistake about it, them buaz'a'do ya bad,
for tha love of tha money them buaz'a'take all ya had,
so many different kind of hustlaz and they all stingy,
classy ta low down dingy, aint none them buaz friendly ...

One of my verses to a track "Another $" Produced by: Agallah
"Forgive me Lord, I know I ain't livin' right..
Gotta feed the block, niggas' starvin' ...we got appetites"


I've a unique style of pronounciations, so if you feels as tho the structure doesn't rhyme; take that into consideration.
also, it's slow tempo...again take that into account. the beat is short, so are the lyrics in that ammount

Another day another dollar...
when i wake up in the mornin', yawnin' ..scratchin' my balls
take a piss and make sure my hands are washed
... then begin my inaudible prayer to the lord
hop skip and jump to the door, time to click up wit the boyz
..another day another dollor is our motto i suppose,
get money fuck hoes ..on the grind til my eyes swollen
sunrise to sunset, into the next morning.
still loves and apprciates the moments
and if he aint got it ima give mine to the homie
and when times are wrong or right ima fight for the homie
cuz we love makin' money, suddenly...
everything around me is lookin Lovely
must be what a hustler's require, an ambition and desire
money makin' aint a problem, holla
...another day another dollar

Something to marinate to. I'm not new to this either.
I'm sure after readin' the content you won't fully enjoy it. fuckit... im still makin' money homie.

EVERYDAY IM HUSTLIN, EVERYDAY IM HUSTLIN

- Security Guard Rick Ross.

who woulda thought paper would be worth so much/
i gotta chase after it cuz it pays bills n such/
cuz cents makes dollaz n dollaz pay bills/
and if i hit the strip club prolly get some nice thrills/
im a grinder by heart and i dont keep it on the low key/
i just hate the fake grinders cuz usualy the phoney/
wanna show off n say they have cash/
when they wearin old cloths n str8 stankin like ass/

lol had to hop in and drop something good shit you guys

old money new money try make the transition
ya boy got drive like racing transmission
wont take break for digits
can take a few stitches im out for the cake and riches
cant wait to get wit it
try break us apart get caught in a lake wit the fishes blantantly vicious
dont underestimate
feds investigate with co ops for troubles cant knock the hustle
(haters)fuck the plea bargins and flea markets i gotta eat often
cop something from the auction keep em nautious
I gotta feed my family tree longer than the partridge's
thats all it is

You're A Hater, See! I'm "Off The Chain" Like Slavery.
Stop Playing Dead! Street's Making Bread Like A Bakery!!!
So Have Ya Bars Ready! We Are Deadly W/ Large Fetti.
Gotta Earn Enough Just To "Burn It Up" Like R. Kelly!!!

some move keys on the ski like piano notes
some move sick on the beats whats the antidote
hands on mechanical, animal instincts
moving forward lateral collateral damage
patterns are savage shatterin classic
10fold hold that under mattress
lettin the ink flow, servin hits like kellen winslow
not giving a inch yo patrol through a cosmic forrest
sinkin into deep thoughts
some dont gotta subconcious for it
obnoxious optic my synopsis explores bits
not depict by pixels 1080 p in its clearest
i was taught not to fear shit
steer wits verse bron, except any challenge on the norm

I was born, to shine, rise to the top/
coined a rhyme, to make your heart stop/
dropped some dimes, to keep the bowl hot/
but the dude never flops, keeps the game locked/
i'm stuck to the block, but outta the flock/
ya'll can suck my cock, ima killa bee god/
down to always ride, ima money getter/
spreadin the wealth, like rain and bad weather/

Lil dawg im posted up ...
but how i feel...
I need more than a deal, forreal, my nikka chill
Fo' ya see how the hollo feel ...
fully equipt ...
wit them clips, incase i gotta kill, runnin ya lips ..
it get ya kilt ..
im sutten like Wilt ...
Bitch im sutten like will, got banks like phil ....
still aiming for a mill ...gotta get my money up ...
n you'll be dead dats dummy luck ................ fuck ..
i gotta do it , last night sippen on fluid ...
ninja turtle i was sippen on that ooze bitch ..
u aint heard, ***** .............turn on the news bitch ..
n i ont bust one ..............................i bust 2 clips ...

Stick to the plan - MaKe MoNeY - but never stick to ya man
Im bout extortion, murder, rape, robbery

Im bankin', I've made the SHIT A SPORT
goin' back n forth, see me ballin' at sportsmags n ports
Rick ross fake ass niggaz get stuck up WITH A FORK
I can't stop countin', leave the shit to wall street ACCOUNTANTS
Turn dry dwells of money into fountains

They wanna ride HAHA....




started in 82, born out the wound
still duck'n and serving
momma gone crazy, but she aint raise no fool
nyggaz talk, while I've kept pressing through
like what love got to do wit it
its bout passion & ambition
what ya master along side ya intuition
birth wit many paths to take, roads to make
sad to see they in the same pond fishing
I know a sad case
I aint the best out
nor got enough clout
but i'm the realist nygga that touchdown
hands down!
best believe i'm a stand ground
play my position till my route
nyggaz act stout, but i'm just that smooth
just that cool, like yall wouldn't know what to do
puts it down for my set & what I rep
gotta take it in blood money comes wit steps
its levels ya reach than levels ya pass on
no cheat codes ya weep what ya sow
thats what i preach on
just know I gets it on, straight thoro
through in any borrow
they realize a G

ya'll are lying, stop singing someone elses fuckin wack song,
ya'll wouldn't recognize benjamin if it was in a nikki minaj thong
for real, i use to work shitty jobs just to make some honest paper
while ya'll were out flippin O's just to smoke for free n cop it later
i liked to play it safe and that kept me outta the laws reach,
so naturally they didn't notice when Guy started carryin a large brief..
case you didn't know I'm on to bigger projects than crime can do
flippin legit shit for big bills and I still be gettin that vagina too

see u in the courtroom bitches

The streets, the vacinity where i learned this triflin game
The same place where a youngin earned his stripes and name
Lessons i had recieved from the G's, hurt and bite my brain
In the end the G-Code passages, burn and scribe my veins
You see that ambition in my eyes, cash will douse those flames
And I Won't stop until Benjamin Franklin is a household name
Stay on my grind, you know what they say, when it rains it pours
Moniker hereidtary for my asset, i'ma live up to my name and more

Fuck the fame and the worthless stripes too
This is wall street thinkin', boy, we on that white, too
I'ma take a Coorp approach to my business
Cover all angles, I finna be known for my digits
Whether the money is clean or not, it's cocaina stocks
Cut off the fat, make the cashcow lean and rock
Solid... losses, we off 'em
Leave competitors spinnin' like the barrel of my revolver

my paper burn like cancerous lungs, im keeping them dead presidents
cause if that 1s unscathed from the fire, than itsa strippers inheritance
george washington fathered dough, but ima takeova like jigga man
nigga my hands stay fresh off the dough like a mothafucking steel pan

If 5 percent of cream rise to the top then we the cream of the crop
I harvest in the winter so when summer come i got the best bling on the block
weed in my socks and cd's and looseys in my backpak cuz im a hustla awk
u a customer awk, i'm illustrious awk, wearn the same Jesus piece as ur favorite rapper wore awk
You jabber jaw a lot while i w-w-walk it out
say less than neccesary, my style speaks 4 itself

That was the worst rhyme I ever set eyes on.