[Hook - 2x]
The game is a struggle, we gotta get scrilla
Fuck the fame it`s a hustle, (it`s Magno and Killa)
When you see us at them shows, on 4`s or 24`s
Pulling top notch hoes, (true hustlers get do`)
[Magno]
This game is a hustle, but Mag`s on a money plot
Catch me on a hundred blocks, entourage big but nobody do the bunny hop
And y`all think, the sun is hot
You ain`t seen shit, I stay swarmed by a hundred bops
Getting crunk, whenever they see paper
Can`t believe my wallet`s more swoll, than A.C. Slater
And yours is low like Screech, I got fo` white freaks
In a black Taurus, I`m the black Zach Morris
Who has a colder flow, than my shit
My whip equipped with hot shit, radio flipping too a Motorola Sidekick
When it comes to fly shit, Magno`s a pilot
Since the last time that I spit, I just got harder
Hop out white Tee, S dot Carter`s
Bitch pressed away the hate, so my chest got broader
The rest, got frauder
My paper bubble, courtesy of the hustle nigga
[Hook - 2x]
[Kyleon]
I`ma let the screens rain mayn, pop trunk and bang mayn
Piece and chain hang, like I`m in a chain gang mayn
Everytime I swang bang, Killa finna lane change
Gripping on the grain, while I`m puffing on the Jane mayn
On any track it`s a fact, Killa bring the pain mayn
To these other cats, that`s trying to jack us for our slang mayn
So I`ma wreck and push eject, it`s time to change the game mayn
And bring the noise to these boys, that`s trying to claim my fame mayn
I`m flyer than a plane mayn, connected like a train mayn
Boss Hogg, Swishahouse we well respected in this game mayn
Don`t make me aim the thang mayn, and put it to your brain mayn
And turn you five-dolla dudes, into a pile of change mayn
Killa Kyleon flow is, hotter than a flame mayn
I`m blowing up, just like a pot of hot caine mayn
Sick hustle game mayn, like I need medication
I keep haters heads turning, like a swanga`s rotation mayn
[Hook - 2x]
[Magno]
This is audio dope, A-1 no whip
Uncut numb your tongue, after one song you sprung
Inhale it hard enough, in one lung you done
And that`s as real as it get, I`m on the grind
I`m trying to stay up in the game, I can`t remain on the pine
And now-a-day`s a lot of niggaz, hating for real
Cause I`m in front of cameras with the mic, like April O`Neal
That`s why I stay strapped, for enemies
These days even your friends`ll do you in, ask Patrick Dennehey
Niggaz swear they flow is colder than mine, before they heard it
Now I got `em sweating like Kobe Bryant, before the verdict
Here`s a napkin asswipe, now pass the mic
You should of known I control the streets, like traffic lights
Money stretch, like elastic right
Collection Plate all flows, that`s a classic right ask your wife
But she might just say yeah, because I smashed iight
[Hook - 2x]
