Hands In The Air lyrics

feat. Animal, Trav

I`m a hustler, not by choice (1x)

[AZ]
I didn`t fall from heaven, I rose from hell
Bigboy, get bagged, he gon` hold my bail
It`s like Attica `67 when they, closed the jail
Be careful, but promote yo`selves that`s what they told me
Involved but unconcerned fuck beef when it dissolve it does not return
I don`t leave, stagnate nor move off-beat
So discrete very rarely do I move on feet
I rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats
Drive-by`s, bodies left on both sides of the streets
I blacks out never blind by the size of the image
No disguise, homocide don`t rely forensic
Homes`s finished, scrambling caught in the scrimmage
12 shells ricocheting and it pours from the hemorrhage
Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for moving backwards
New York`s number one draft pick

I`m a hustler, not by choice (4x)

[Trav]
All this nigga know is, get money burn a lot of smokes
Lazy niggas was sleeping, I was wide awoke
Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke
When it`s time to sleep with the fishes I supply the boat
And I swear it hurts, I supply the coke
`Cuz don`t nothing scare me worse than dying broke
Iron poking on my ribs while I`m laying in a Taurus
I live this shit y`all just performers, it`s a dirty game
I seen thugs turn informers, crooked cops run in the crib, no warrants
Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge,
Got a female lawyer and she fucking the judge
I was once told, that you reap what you sow
And a, the scent of weed always seep in your clothes
And a, it`s Quiet Money so we speaking in codes
Like, why should I trust ya?, nigga, I`m a hustler

I`m a hustler, not by choice (