Hustle Blvd - Burden

It’s so cold, on this road, hustle blvd

The love is the hustle, the love is the money

The life I live I gotta lay low

-Only grindin for the peso

Fuck I want the fame foe?

-I aim high and then I aim low

Tired of you other rappers tryna kick the same flow

Imitation, ain’t that how the game go

Say no

And I don’t put no new faces up on the payroll

I don’t fuck them, Not a little bit and they know

-I knock the pussy out the frame that’s a KO

-gettin head in a drop top, main roads

-blaze dro when the jay rolled

-enemies out to get me that I pray don’t

I was on the jail yard Cakin for the payphone

-some fuck boys wishin I would stay gone

-how you let a pawn kill a king

-how you catch a little charge and you sing

-How the hell you carry all the drama that you bring

Buddy thinkin that he fly almost shot him in the wing, man down

Show a little love now they got they hands out, Never gave a fuck then,

still don’t give a fuck now

Knock me down imma get up, Never throwin in the towel

Boy you know what I’m about

I done lost money

I done lost packs

I done lost time fuckin with yall ass

I done fell off

I done bounced back

I ain’t need y’all help We call talk about that, yea

Bitch I made it out, big ass bank account

Hot that paper route

This won’t save the day, this won’t take the pain but

When I hear that 808

I can feel myself fade away, I’m mother fuckin desperado in the sunset boy

Got dollars to make, I’m tryna get pain

Heard em all hatin forgot what they say

I need some privacy, I locked the gates

No more middle manning with 5 in the tank

Now I want bags like I’m robbin a bank

Poppin these zanz I been tryna escape

No S on my chest, so I ride with the K

But I need a M, how much time do it take

Claimin they real when they probably fake

Ain’t even realize when tossin the shade

Snakes in the grass, fire the gardener

I swear to God, never told on my partner

They going hard, that’s why I’m going harder

All of my pictures blowing marijuana

I remember long before some cheddar came, lights off roaches crawling on

everything

Out here tryna come up I ain’t never hang

Lot of y’all still there, ain’t never change

I want the money, y’all can keep the fame

I been scopin y’all out and peepin game

The past is gone it’ll never be the same

Came home from prison life was rearranged

Never had no guidance

Only seen violence

Fire beside me, when I close my eyelids

Feel like they stalkin but they better not try it

Catching me lackin little buddy, you Wilin

-What the fuck happened when homie was rappin and broke bruh

Somebody grabbin that smoke DUHH

Somebody sour

I got that money power

I do not fuck with no powder

I don’t get paid by the hour

Designer name of my trousers

-and who the fuck weed you think louder?

Yea

We ain’t come in here to lose

Bitches always choose

Get it, on the move

Snitchin on the crew

Put him on the news

What you down to do

In the livin room

Kill him kill the wound

Bitch I made it out, big ass bank account

Hot that paper route

This won’t save the day, this won’t take the pain but

When I hear that 808

I can feel myself fade away, I’m mother fuckin desperado in the sunset boy

Got dollars to make, I’m tryna get pain

Heard em all hatin forgot what they say

I need some privacy, I locked the gates

No more middle manning with 5 in the tank

Now I want bags like I’m robbin a bank

Poppin these zanz I been tryna escape

No S on my chest, so I ride with the K

But I need a M, how much time do it take

Claimin they real when they probably fake

I roll up, I pour up, I know what, I know what

It’s so cold, on this road, hustle blvd