YOUNG CHRIS - Hustler's Ambition lyrics
rate meAppetite 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…
