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blac haze - i'mma die a hustla lyrics

[chorus]
for real, yeah
how ya gonna die?
when ya die, n-gga
i’ma die a hustla
i’ma die makin’ money
how ya gonna die?
when ya die, n-gga
i’ma die a hustla
i’ma die makin’ money

[verse 1]
i’ma die a hustla
i’m smokin’ weed and sh-t
my baby mama keep sayin’ she don’t need this sh-t
she said i ain’t doin’ nothin’ for my shorty
i’m like “whatever”
as i’m sippin’ on a forty
uh, yeah
i got my mind on the come up
’cause i’m a g
36 ounces to a key
i need to be
on the road with my n-ggas from the hood
screamin’, “it’s all good, it’s all good, it’s all good”
i often wonder should i stay in the game
’cause i got too many enemies takin aim
i learned that n-ggas that beef
be tryin’ to k!ll n-ggas
so if you see me hangin’, i’m hangin’ with real n-ggas
and i’ll be bustin’ at b-tches and sh-t
tryin to get the heck out
swervin at my ride bout to wreck out
d-mn
i can’t complain cause that’s the life i chose
n-gga, i’ma be a hustler ’til my casket close
and everybody’s tellin’ me, “you movin’ too fast”
the street life don’t last
look at your homies that p-ssed
and even though deep inside
i know they talkin’ true sh-t
i still wanna do sh-t
n-gga, i’ma die a hustla

[chorus]
for real, yeah
how ya gonna die?
when ya die, n-gga
i’ma die a hustla
i’ma die makin’ money
how ya gonna die?
when ya die, n-gga

[verse 2]
ain’t got no time for f-ckin with hoes
they gotta wait
’cause a n-gga gotta get his money straight
’cause n-ggas be actin’ shady
when it come to green
don’t be f-ckin’ with my money
if you come, then come clean
you fools better wise up
i’m like what’s displayed
’cause i’ma 2 gunshots shoot a n-gga, ask questions later
if i’ma die, n-gga, i’m not dyin’ alone
i’ll be machine gun until my bullets gone
and only real n-ggas, can feel my pain
i once thought i was crazy but now i know i’m insane
smokin’ out, i’m the king of the base point
me and my n-ggas rollin’ up a fat laced joint
tryin’ to survive
i need paper to fold
every other day i’m violatin’ parole
am i going back to jail?
i’ll be d-mned if i will
i ain’t shootin’ to stop a n-gga
i’m shootin’ to k!ll
i lived my whole entire life in the fast lane
that’s why i’m burned out
never thought the streets would have a n-gga’s soul turned out
i’ma get me, no matter how i get it
and tell the police that blac haze did it
i’ma die a hustla

[chorus]
for real, yeah
how ya gonna die?
when ya die, n-gga
i’ma die a hustla
i’ma die makin’ money
how ya gonna die?
when ya die, n-gga
i’ma die a hustla
i’ma die makin’ money
how ya gonna die?
when ya die, n-gga

[verse 3]
could it be the street life?
or am i really losin’ my mind?
i get the trippin’ n-gga with my nine
when i low my sh-t you better stand clear
and call the coroner ’cause there’s a dead man here
see, i be watchin’ the n-ggas who wanna be large
or maybe bigger
i catch a hot one and get to pullin’ on the trigger
that’s why i’m packin’ five
when i’m packin’ key’s
so many homies that turned into my enemies
so don’t be fakin’ this sh-t
like if you gonna blast
’cause when i turn out the lights
you all outta gas
they got me caught up in the drama of the inner city
who can a n-gga trust?
everybody’s actin’ sh-tty
i don’t know where to turn
so i’ma chill back
and i’ma tighten my grip when i feel slacked
i don’t want no small change
i want a big caper
i’m runnin’ with the big boys
makin’ big papers
’cause when i roll, i’ll be rollin’ with a dirty clip
dirty guns and dirty bullets make you dirty quick
and we be layin playa haters down
like the law
you said you want it
we serve it raw
n-gga, i’ma die a hustla

[chorus]
for real, yeah
how ya gonna die?
when ya die, n-gga
i’ma die a hustla
i’ma die makin’ money
how ya gonna die?
when ya die, n-gga
i’ma die a hustla

[outro]
ooh tell me, do you know, do you know, do you know

- blac haze lyrics

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