I never prayed to God I prayed to Gotti
I dumbed down for my audience to double my dollars
How can I help the poor if I’m one of them?
I’ll sell ice in the winter, I’ll sell fire in hell, I am a hustler baby I’ll sell water to a well
I’mma hustler homie, you a customer crony
nikka switch up your style your shyt is garbage what you trying to kick knowledge? fukk outta here.
Believe half of what you see, none of what you hear even if it’s spat by me
I’ll give you half the story the rest you fill it in, long as the villain win
Not bad for a moulinyan