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[feat. Ned Cameron & Kid Ink] Let you know something about me I'm a Southern boy! Know what I'm talking about? I remember all the days stuck in December Caught in the rain, all the pain, having no money come my way But now I'm making money even when I sleep Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream We hustle, hustle I go by Weezy, baby So call me "Lil Weasel" My city is New Orleans Baby, my street is Eagle And that's my nigga's? He like to break a piece He got the gun, I got the rope, my nigga pick a tree Ain't talking money, I let the nickel speak Niggas think I'm cheap, you ain't gon? to me The only thing to be: a picture on your shirt No homo: I put your dick in the dirt Flip em like a shovel with that wrist work I stop ya, heard? I keep em coming like clockwork J cool with the jump, it's an outburst And we gon be from South Philly til the South dirt SongtexteBad bitch let me get all the outskirts It's lil Weezy, yeah? This ain't a concert, this ain't a? This an outburst, so hear the shot burst: Every hustle, we hustle, hustle - hey! Straight from the bottom, now I'm high as a mountain From the city where you need way more protection than a condom Had a dream but I'm conscious, see the veins in my sockets In the sky, wishing I could turn this plane into a rocket And just leave here, more money but the problems still live here I feel the pressure from my lil peers Cause I'm about to blow, Swisher Sweet breathe in One hit, lose your breath, all I do is (breathe) win Big fish swimming in the deep end No present, fuck I'm into pretense I remember rainfall in the street Now I'm in the club: watch me make this bitch precipitate I promised to myself I would be the best You could say I'm crazy or a mess Just hand me a wrench And it's nothing you can tell a ho Life is just a bitch, I'll forgive her but I'll never forget Aus Songtexte Mania