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letra de rops1 - hustle - rops1

[chorus: rops1]

i could show em’ how to hustle
i could show em’ how to trap
legal money from this music so these coppers can’t do jack
they think i’m famous i ain’t famous i was known before these raps
flavours bustin’ out the bag i’ll get em smoked like a pack
i could show em’ how to hustle
i could show em’ how to trap
legal money from this music so these coppers can’t do jack
they think i’m famous i ain’t famous i was known before these raps
flavours bustin’ out the bag i’ll get em smoked like a pack

[verse 1: rops1]

they don’t know about a hustle they can’t talk about that trap
making figures from this music so i ain’t bothered by that
i’m from a city whеre you get rich or you die as a bum
thеy flash a stack then get robbed and cry to their mums
in that tinted whip rolling up smoking on some flavours
shottys coming cheap we don’t do glock 9’s with lasers
really from the gutter cuz, team full of gutter c-nts, king of gutter rap and that’s a fact they know i f-ck it up
olders they be chattin’ sh-t i ain’t with the politics raised up in the streets we don’t know sh-t about no scholarships
i’m all bout progress, tell me you ain’t notice i treat it like a job so believe me i don’t lose focus
i ain’t beefin’ with these internet rappers they some studio gangsters and some internet trappers
i ain’t beefin’ with these internet rappers they some studio gangsters and some internet trappers
[chorus: rops1]

[verse 2: rops1]

i ain’t into all this chattin’ tell em’ f-ck up with the lies
they don’t know about a hustle they ain’t hustled in their life
i got money in my vision so it’s money on my mind and if they think that they gon violate the team then we gon slide
i told your favourite rapper “suck me off”
on some street sh-t still yellin’ f-ck the cops
they had rarbz in the court room pumpin’ don
he beat the case walked out and we just laughed it off
still winnin’ how you tryin’ to say i ain’t i came a long way from riding on that pushy with a blade
slept up on the floor you can go and ask my dad i use to hate the fact that growin’ up we never had jack
but it’s still eetswa 10k for a feature
still up in the hood i’m in the ghetto with some street c-nts
i was rapping way before i got the fame i had rocks up in my bag when i was jumpin’ on the train
[chorus: rops1]

- rops1

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