Hustler's Paper by Kendall Spencer

Hustler's Paper
I been grinding 28 days on brown liquor and good gas falling asleep driving to work kendall don't crash on a mission for the cash my body tired mind weary vision blurry but I'm still seeing clearly holla if you hear me life's got me stretched out but at least I'm not stressed out laid in a coffin no talking cause actions speak louder than words these rappers drop shit like birds while I got a way with words spit game like my uncle Ellis 9 millimeter Beretta tuck in my Helmut Lang sweater I see the light at the end of the tunnel I snake who ever before I let my kids stomach grumble move through the Jungle like Tarzan grey goose bottle in my hand understand that life's a game gold oil and drugs God these devils try to be him in the sea of life you gone sink or swim niggas speak my name and I barley know the living I'm on the roads to riches I had to go hard to get it niggas ain't even offer a bottle of water

HOOK
I'm all about the cash all about the money Monday through Sunday I keep the bread coming city full of wolves welcome to the slaughter house if you scared don't come out the house you should've took another route let me show what this south shit all about hot summers weight man got us waiting police chases devils down the street hating trying to short stop a hustlers paper 24 hours in a day how much money can I really make and
Stay out the way

I had to analyze life figure it out everyday another play gas prices high as Giraffe pussy cost me a couple hundred just to get to work this shit berserk grinding 7 days a week got me missing church I hope God forgive me for not resting on the sabbath I got habits I can't shake kicking my own ass for a couple mistakes I thought I should've made this the makings of a man you internet niggas wouldn't understand I work my plan and pray for progress I Realize losses is apart of the process I'll make it do what it do hard times made a king niggas kiss the ring cause they know what I bring I work poles with the best of them and didn't speak to the rest of them you better learn yea lessons bra study the old testament I'm heaven sent in all black with my devil grin I'm beating at the door let me in bout to kick this bitch off the hinges traded in a friendship to push new benzs
executive produced by my son and daughters I was raise on that sterling egg water sacrifice for everything we get

HOOK
I'm all about the cash all about the money Monday through Sunday I keep the bread coming city full of wolves welcome to the slaughter house if you scared don't come out the house you should've took another route let me show what this south shit all about hot summers weight man got us waiting police chases devils down the street hating trying to short stop a hustlers paper 24 hours in a day how much money can I really make and
Stay out the way

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Kendall Spencer
• Rap
• Top 40
• down south hip hop
• down south rap
• hidden hand society
• independent
• underground hip hop
• Florida