YOUNG CHRIS

YOUNG CHRIS - Hustler's Ambition lyrics

rate me

Appetite for destruction, my whole hood under construction

We re-up and start from nothing

Purple and tossing, niggas need bank for further discussion

Bullets of rain feeling like Cain, when they murdered his cousin

God willing we’re here to make a killing

Dope dealing, numb in they face, no feeling

Hoes chilling round like Wayne, no ceiling

Like Kobe, they try to ball too fast, they mow healing

What a feeling, hustler’s ambition, I was 12

Watching H cook it up in my main kitchen

Gem star on the hammer, mama dishes

No pot to piss in, finna started a competition

Bank roll three days old, same clothes

My side bitches your main hoes, I taint those

Watching out for the state troopers, main road

The federalis and the fuckers in plain clothes

You can’t deny me, can’t beat them, stand beside me

Better at a bank than taking a chance to rob me

Back claiming my spot, how the fuck can you stop me?

New kick but listen to butt in Versace

Here nigga fresh from what I did, have you forgot me?

Bout to win in confident, nigga, just watch me

Blessings from God, I know He got me

I beat every bird that I had, nigga, don’t knock this

Went the poverty to the property

Spit it till you niggas get tired of me, high commodity

Gotta believe in treats till I’m bodied to see success

They front, they call you fam same time they see you stress

Hot as a kettle, nigga gotta ride with tech

While you’re on a private jet, I’m in the ghetto dodging death

In the ghetto for my daughter, gotta provide, make sure she set

Gotta survive,…bitch, I’m an icon

Iconic, how ironic, similarities in the music, funny I find this

I timed it, guess who co-signed it…

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