You a hustler right?
You out on that corner, you out there thuggin
Is you livin that street life?
This a letter to you, better stay on your grind
Dont make dollars, dont make sense
Keep that on your mind
This a letter to the streets
You out there broke? You need some hustle?
Pay attention to me
This a letter to the streets
Got like ten different hustles
Each one worth a whole lot of money
I know a young nigga who lost his life
Standin on that corner and aint even sold no white
Think the streets a game, youll play yourself
White chalk, now you hood memories
Bricks cause a whole lot of murder scenes
I promise you aint seen all the shit I seen
I really seen them tractor trailers willed with weed
Done put over a million pounds on the street
Rockin real diamonds, jugged up on this jewelry
I done jugged up on the plug, you cant fuck with me
I got shooters all around me, dont you fuck with me
I push a button nigga, thats just how I order keys
I just talked to Hector, he say he back over seas
He told me Take the year off cause we done flood the streets
 we bust down like three mil a piece
I make count music, shit that put you on your feet
You a hustler right?
You out on that corner, you out there thuggin
Is you livin that street life?
This a letter to you, better stay on your grind
Dont make dollars, dont make sense
Keep that on your mind
This a letter to the streets
You out there broke? You need some hustle?
Pay attention to me
This a letter to the streets
Got like ten different hustles
Each one worth a whole lot of money
Whole crew get fly like planes now
We struggle, shit, thats why we bangin right now
And all that money, it got stains now
And Im one step ahead of you lames
If you play, Ill bust your brain, yeah
Uh, and I aint crippin nor trippin
Im busy in the kitchen with them chickens, water whippin
Im water whippin, yeah, and we aint snitchin nor crippin
Take your main ho to the loft
Then call Scooter phone and drop her off
Call that installment
Like, oops, what I meant?
I meant 
If Im a dog, ticks, and this cash ticks
Your lover, Im passed it, your ho, I smashed it
Your ho, I trashed it, now she look nasty
I gotta my pants saggin, and baggy
Racks on me automatic
But Im ridin in the stick with a stick
Ill shoot a nigga whole clique and you know this
Hunnid racks on the table
Call my homie back, he was like I owe this
Me and my big homie Scooter ridin round focused
You a hustler right?
You out on that corner, you out there thuggin
Is you livin that street life?
This a letter to you, better stay on your grind
Dont make dollars, dont make sense
Keep that on your mind
This a letter to the streets
You out there broke? You need some hustle?
Pay attention to me
This a letter to the streets
Got like ten different hustles
Each one worth a whole lot of money