Cassidy – Diary Of A Hustler lyrics

Diary o a hustler, yeah
Don’t believe this nigga hustling, this nigga bluffing
Look him in his eyes, the only time he cooking pies is in the kitchen oven
He a born liar, I’m on fire like the piff I’m puffin’
I’m high, so I’m about to blow, volcanic eruption
This new fix so it’s fake ass better break fast
Because this fool ain’t like an Egg Mc’Muffin
He ain’t the only nigga fuckin’ that shit he coughing
This hommie dick ain’t the only dick she’s sucking
I shrieked his wife, but I take it life,
Cause she could barely take the pipe,
She told me I need a dick reduction
I’m so official, I let her blow the whistle
Then send her home to you so she can kiss you
That shit disgusting
Niggas friending like they street pimping
I take women to the telly and get them jumping like they Blake Griffin
I’m on point like Chris Paul, when she taste the ace on that crystal, she cut like a jigsaw
The kid ball so you mad as fuck
But I let the air blow at your afro, give you a Cassie cut
I’m tired of rap niggas acting though
Yup, I’m rapping, I’ve been acting up since I came out of my daddy’s nuts
I’m on my grain, I do not sleep
Too much adrenaline, my heart pump insulin, bitch I’m not sweet
But you a sweety, you got diabetes
So you easily coulda’ died, you’re sugar high

I rap a verse if that don’t work, I’ma cook a pie
Or try to make a dollar bill selling Miley pills
Even though I know that somebody will probably squeal
I’ma sill push weight like a nigga that body-builds
And everybody’s real, but they say they trigga’ blow
But I taught them niggas snow high
How I catch them the body fill
If a prick say that he don’t snitch, he probably will
Snitching on my click will probably get somebody killed
For real

I’m placing a damn order
The next state I solve gonna cross the state border
You ain’t seen the shit that I seen
It’s a big difference between getting a man slaughtered and manslaughter
And you don’t want them goons kidnapping your damn daughter
Tying your damn son up, if the money don’t come up
I’m trying to come up, so I’m running around
From when the sun goes down till the fucking sun come up
That Miley Cris who’s fucking my damn song up
And the dutch that I’m puffin, fucking my damn lung up
But don’t compare me to these damn young bucks that ain’t done much
After we lock ass, I what they pop as
I’m your old head, you better show respect to me
Definitely for I give you pussies a hysterectomy
Hey, yo, none of these rap niggas can mess with me
Them niggas is my sons, I’m about to get a vasectomy
Punchlines is my specialty,
Eversince I learned my abcs, mcs couldn’t f with me
I’ll pop your ass, but I don’t mean sexually,
Cause my trigger finger itching like it got an std
All my lyrics is dumb,
You niggas pussy, I put a hole in you, make your period come
I still part shit, say a lot of hot shit
I got hits, I just ain’t poppin cause I ain’t got sweets
Shit, I chop bricks, I can’t give you stock tips
But I can show you how to cut keys like a locksmith
Pot whip and go to the block with rock bagged up
Make the junkies grab up to make your money add up

Y’all I wouldn’t say I have bad luck,
But bad things could happen to good dudes doing bad stuff
But I never been shot or got stabbed up
And even when I ain’t had much I was still swagged up
But you can’t judge a book by it's cover
That’s why I put together the diary of a hustler
You can’t, you can’t judge a book by it's cover
That’s why I what together the diary of a hustler
I’ve been in this game for years
But I’m feeling better than ever
I’m in a whole-never bag right now
I’m real cocky with my shit
Cause I know niggas ain’t fucking with me
I’ll produce this track and I just tore that fuck apart
Y’all niggas better show me the respect I deserve
Or I smack the shit out of one of you niggas man
You already know what I’m rapping,
Lawcity family is in the building
Philly pistol venge is in the building
Shout out to my nigga Bishop
Shout out to my nigga Chubby Swag Jack
Shout out to my nigga Eeyore Ap
And Shout out to all the real goons in the street that got respect for a nigga like me
The diary of a hustler