Lyracs Lyrics

(CHatter)
Uh-ha-uh-unh!
Who I sound like?
Don't me and Uncle be flowin' alike?
Nah.
Yo!

(CH Verse 1)
Hopped off the 4 train, Utica Ave.
No snorting, need a beautiful bag.
Saw a little poor thing, beautiful ass.
But I was snorting so she moving too fast.
And if I.. approach her, I'll be moving too fast.
Tryna get the chocha! A beautiful smash!
And I am a beautiful catch,
but only if..
I ain't been using the bag....
Nose bleeding! My t-shirt I use as a rag!
Tryna find a dealer, who could be that??
Damn...
So beautifully I ask.
And I'm walking so slow but my heart beating fast!
And my dream was to see the world.
So I, hail a cab and treat the shit like Seaworld!
I'ma be Shamoo when I hit my stop.
Hop out, I ain't paying you sh1t! Gotta get them rocks!

(Hook)
I KEEP MY THUMB OUT WHEN I NEED ME A RIIIIIIIIIIIIDE! (SH1T!)
I KEEP MY GUN OUT WHEN I THINK I'M A DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!
'CAUSE I GOT!
HUSTLING DREAMS, HUSTLING DREAMS!
I GOT!!
HUSTLING DREAMS, HUSTLING DREAMS!!
I GOTT!!!
HUSTLING DREAMS, HUSTLING DREAMS!!!
I GOTTT!!!
HUSTLING DREAMS, HUSTLING DREAMS!!!!
Don't talk to me!

(Bones Verse 2)
Look!
If I come to the trap, ya better have my money quick!
Can't take no shorts, I'm on my money shit!
No I.O.U.'sss by tomorrow.
I don't give a fuck if youuu gotta borrow!
NO CHANGE, NO CHANGE, STRAIGHT BILLS IN MY HAND!
I'm the guy with them pills and the grams.
(I NEED THAT, I NEED THAT, I NEED THAT!!! C'MON, C'MON!!!)
Don't give a fuck if you gotta steal from ya man.
Or rob ya moms or steal from ya Gram's!
(*Smacks lips* DIDN'T YOU SAY DON'T BE A MENACE?!? FUCK OUTTA HERE!!!)
It's still 40 a gram!!
If you got it, better holla at ya man's.
If I hit the trap, ya better have them dollars in ya hand!
Wanna get high?
GET THAT MONEY BY ANY MEANS!!
Just because you rap don't make you different from any fiend!
One hit from this work....
You will have plenty dreams!
Don't hit me with that line like "DO YOU REMEMBER ME?!?"
I'm not tryna hear you breathing heavily,
just hit me back if you want that Heavy D!
That Heavy D!

(Hook)
I KEEP MY THUMB OUT WHEN I NEED ME A RIIIIIIIIIIIIDE! (SH1T!)
I KEEP MY GUN OUT WHEN I THINK I'M A DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!
'CAUSE I GOT!
HUSTLING DREAMS, HUSTLING DREAMS!
I GOT!!
HUSTLING DREAMS, HUSTLING DREAMS!!
I GOTT!!!
HUSTLING DREAMS, HUSTLING DREAMS!!!
I GOTTT!!!
HUSTLING DREAMS, HUSTLING DREAMS!!!!
Don't talk to me!

(CH Verse 3)
My fingernails are black, so I reach for his long white t!
He told me it won't be long before I'm gone, nightly!
Meaning, he pulls that 9 piece out and I get 9 pieces of bullets,
in my head. So much for Pulitz..
-ER, a E.R. gonna be where I'm at!
Know he hard.
I'm such a jackass for asking for crack!
But then again, crack isn't coke and i actually hope,
he gonna pass me some coke,
to have me passing a smoke called a cloud!
And I ain't roll up a blunt, how about now?
Look at the ground, I'ma bounce down.
But when I come down I'm still a couple of pennies short.
SO I DON'T THINK HE'S GONNA SELL IT TO ME ANYMORE! :(
My dream, was to see the world!And when I snort, I can see the world!
But I ain't tryna snort 'cause I ain't tryna force this nigga to be the world
-ender of my world.
Beginners in my world saying...

(Hook)
I KEEP MY THUMB OUT WHEN I NEED ME A RIIIIIIIIIIIIDE! (SH1T!)
I KEEP MY GUN OUT WHEN I THINK I'M A DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!
'CAUSE I GOT!
HUSTLING DREAMS, HUSTLING DREAMS!
I GOT!!
HUSTLING DREAMS, HUSTLING DREAMS!!
I GOTT!!!
HUSTLING DREAMS, HUSTLING DREAMS!!!
I GOTTT!!!
HUSTLING DREAMS, HUSTLING DREAMS!!!!
Don't talk to me!

Lyrics by, Jose Isla Jr. !!!!!!!!!!!