The Art Of Hustle Lyrics - The Art Of Hustle - Yo Gotti

Law #1: never underestimate the enemy 

See this a very important law Law 2: if a man show a flaw that mean that flaw really exist 

Never take it for granted never 

Rule #3: make sure you never break it never sleep where the sack at 

I'm the hustler's constitution 

Feds giving back time for retribution you snitching that shit excuses 

Pain that's execution and thats my only solution I got from stopping these rat niggas from moving 

My life a movie not a short film 

Big budget Denzel Washington, Will Smith yeah 

Scarface, Al Pacino, Godfather, Marlon Brando 

A word to the wise watch your guys niggas snakes in disguise 

Meeting bitches off the gram know they living and lying 

Cold heart never cried if I did it was blood 

Little nigga big pride murder that's what it was and that's law 

See if a nigga 

See when you got that muthafuckin chip on your shoulder and that big ass pistol and a nigga come playing 

You gotta show a nigga you mean business you know what I'm saying 

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I'm fighting pain, fame, I never want to change 

I'm the same still running with the gang 

Still down to kill a nigga about some petty like a champ 

You a million dollar nigga got to get that in your brain 

Now get that in your brain it's all about the aim 

We savages we all live the same 

And it's the art of war nigga like the art of hustle nigga 

They looking for the goonies but Im the muscle nigga 

Ima shooter like Durant 

I got heart like Russell nigga 

I lost a million to the plug I never trust another nigga 

What if I sell a million records will that change the code 

Will my niggas try to betray me cause I know they vultures 

Will LA Reid see my vision they me see me wrong 

Create me a better way to put my people on 

Will my baby mama finally quit texting my phone 

Kiss my daughter and my son tell em I'm coming home 

Tell my niggas put the pistols down I'm in the zone 

I been dropping nothing but gangsta shit on every song 

This that shit they been waiting for forever long 

They gave my partner 30 years for talking on the phone 

I had to watch his mama cry and tell her let's be strong 

Ima hold him down he won't do all that time alone 

What if I wasn't a rapper the streets would get annoyed 

Cause don't nobody tell it how I tell it and you know it 

What if they say I changed cause I went outside the box 

What's good I kept my plug number so I can get some blocks 

18 wheeler full of cocaine I'm talking lots of dope 

Not believing Mexican plugs fuck a horoscope 

If you a star where your telescope 

These niggas high they on hella dope 

Your favorite rapper hella broke 

Cars leases they got hella notes 

Houses rented got eviction notes and everybody already know 

You fabricated and affectionated 

You sold a million records I got millions of dollars 

Who really made it huh 

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