Confessions of a Hustler

[Verse 1: Tiny Boost] I went through some hard times, that explain my harsh ways Sold a hella heroin to make it through my dark days Started with that spin barrel, them the ones they can't trace Then we had them MAC's, forget a wrap, you'll get your car sprayed Pole tall as Lancey Foux, came in a Spanish guitar case I was in them clubs serving coke like a barmaid Wrap the rock in plastic like a beach up in Margate Southside, I got so many ties that I can't break Baddies that I can't date, fuck 'em for a week or so Killers doing life, they're living likе they got a week to go All good just a week ago, I don't understand man All they got is storiеs like that one time in bang camp How you guys got live beef, you busy doing Snap rants? 'Bout to take flight like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang I don't do no bank scams, in the mud, hustling You ain't never had to scrap until you're in your blood, tussling [Chorus: Prince Galalie] Dope boy, I'm a hustler and I put that on my trap Raise a stack, double back by the morning Late nights, cutting up and running to the bag Now she mad, I can hear the money calling Do what it takes just for me to survive So that all the nights I struggle don't feel hopeless These are confessions of a hustler [Verse 2: Clavish] I don't clout chase for attention If you see me in the club, bad bitches, burners in my section You can go gym all you like, these shells gon' rip you when you're tensing Civil war, I'm smelling tension, emeralds up in my pendant Two days, the day you come out, the day you went in Fuck I look like buying Birkins? I'm buying machines and stolen cars for my young'uns lurking All this water round my neck, I'm like the furthest thing from thirsty I'm putting rap on pause, it's World War 3 and 4 if they hurt me Hurry up and tell me, if you're not sliding, what's your purpose? I'm sending niggas home without the tag, without the curfew Gina used to give me smelly notes, I spray it with some perfume Don't lack if we catch you, we gon' spray it till we earth you And I know the feds, they play for keeps, don't wanna hear no A&E The trap to me is like ABC, my postcode N16 There was one time I cheffed a fiend, there was one time I cheffed a neek Unfortunately, he thought he could go bang for the block we beef [Chorus: Prince Galalie] Dope boy, I'm a hustler and I put that on my trap Raise a stack, double back by the morning Late nights, cutting up and running to the bag Now she mad, I can hear the money calling Do what it takes just for me to survive So that all the nights I struggle don't feel hopeless These are confessions of a hustler