Lonely - Guerilla Black

They see me hustling hard at the barbershop

I’m getting hated on now these niggas call the cops

Just because I’m trying to pay my rent

With the note on the F1 they hate that shit

I see the?

when I get new weed

Damn near blue and green I ain’t new on the scene

The Ds be mad when I make transactions

With no look passes that keeps them asking

How does he do it?

It’s hard to imagine

With the clean handoff like Joe Montana man

I kill my competition off slowly

Fuck 0.9 its 1.3 but you don’t know me shit

2 for 15 and 3 for 25

I put the pressure on them chumps when i bring the fire

See we been hustling for too long

Hustling for too long

You don’t know me like that

You don’t know me like that

We been hustling for too long (Too long)

Hustling for too long

You don’t know me like that

You don’t know me like that (Oh no no)

I’m tired of being stuck on a deadend job

I wish I used my head and took my ass to college

But no a nigga had other plans

Tryna blow a double up do 100 grams

Damn it didn’t go exactly that way

Moms tripped and kicked a nigga out of her place

And then a nigga seen some real hard times

In the ER line I had to swallow my pride

But damn how I’m gon fool these cats

When I’m at the liquor store pulling out food stamps

My mom said if I’m old enough to hold heat and smoke weed

Then I’m old enough to own my own shit at fourteen

More or less my morals was messed the fuck up

I can’t blame mom for my fuck ups

Muthafuckas wanna see the big man fall but I won’t at all

I will continue to shine and drink Cristol

I deal with the everyday problems and the stress

That’s why I keep my revolver wearing my vest

Bitches they yapping niggas they keep acting like they so hard

I pull they hoe card I got the 8500 with the green screen so customers can hit

me up

Whenever they need me throwing rocks out the penitentiary

A scary thought is this what God meant for me

On the block with the savages pushing packages

And heaven I’m asking please have mercy on a young thug nigga in this white

man’s world

The money guns and liquor they keep us going round and round

That’s why I drink a lot so I can drown it out