Lyrics Hustle - Avant

Going so hard on the rap game
I bloody knuckle moose knuckle
Feels like the same shit I'm a psychic
I need no sidekick I'll text it to you on my sidekicks
My side arm kicks
Mamory glands I remember my Creator
Spoke of this in heavenly lands
Ey to Creator
It's that booty that makes me think I might see you a smidgen later
I want to be a vaginal curator
For like a hundred fucking years
I'm keeping it one hundred the whole time
Gangsterism mannerism this is how
You plan a prism make him live in prison
Three years six months exactly to the day then let him out in March

He will make the whole nation do a one hundred man March
I'm taking off outta March