Текст песни Pure Born Hustla - ZayKing

I ain't banging no colors just me and my brothers
Grew up sharing clothes cause a nigga was struggling
Mama was hustling going to work every day
I was stealing cus I ain't have nothing

Ain't sleep foot in no trap i was slanging that bitch
Still itching to go on a hit
Ain't no gangsta yeah I can admit
Ima pure born Hustla know ima stay with a stick

I ain't tripping bout what he be on
Cus I know what i'm on and I know a Lil nigga won't blow
If he catch me lacking and blow
I know ima finna go but just know I ain't no out no hoe
We used to walk to the strip with a couple a dollar the rest
We gone take out the store
They like another opp died and they ass petrified
Why you tell me I already know

I stay with that rod-like I'm fishing
I shoot like Pippen
Boy missing ain't never existing

I stay wit blue hundreds no crippin
Shoes ties never Trippin
Still screaming like Long Live the hitman

Yeah Long Live Geez man you know how we Rockin
Some already dropped they ain't finna stop dropping
They joining together like why you click hoppin
We body fa body you know ain't no stopping

We out at night just some young niggas hunting
An ain't Deandre but i get a Glock put the drum in
I live what I talk nigga I ain't stunting
I be wit some bloods and no c bitch we bummin

But I be with some crips too
They won't hesitate up on commands and them young nigga hit you
Ain't tryna talk send my niggas to bliss you
Don't care if you hard nigga up wit your stick too

I ain 't banging no colors just me and my brothers
Grew up sharing clothes cause a nigga was struggling
Mama was hustling going to work every day
I was stealing cus i ain't have nothing

Ain't sleep foot in no trap I was slanging that bitch
Still itching to go on a hit
Ain't no gangsta yeah I can admit
Ima pure born Hustla know ima stay with my stick

Aye this Glock hot like it's straight in the oven
And bitch I'm the hardest it ain't no discussion
If I catch a opp roll em up ina Russian
Now they at his funeral playing percussions

Now his bitch ass gone
And i'm blowing opp pack strong
It's a banger if I'm on your song
Don't feel like I'm wrong
The way that we living could die any minute so tell hold on

Cause this ain't forever
Trick you out your spot? boy you stupid you better not let em
And I'm finna wet em
We creep down yo wit suppressors it's shh when we hop out and catch em

You shoot for the stars bitch you better not hit em
Cause I'll put the pump to yo back like you Ricky
Hit her and gone but I left it all sticky
Want me to come back but I can't know she miss me

Gotta know run it if you in the game
Oop Gang til I die nigga Josh did the same
And I'll never change
I'm still that Lil nigga wit nun
Just tryna get something and thuggin wit one in the brain

One in the head
If we hit your block we gone take it school how we leave it with led
And I'm going Fed
You diss you get clap bet not open your mouth it ain't my shit to be said

Like why you so internet nigga no we don't do that
If I see your bitch ima screw that
I get the pack smoke it out and run through that
You riding the wave you gone drown in the durag

17 With a stick but I walk like it's legal
I stay wit the mob like a young Bugsy Siegel
I feel like a king so they call me the regal
And bitch I ain't friendly so don't come up to me with people

Don't fuck with me now? y'all gone hate when i'm up
Ain't supporting rn and come later you stuck
You try it i bet your ass won't get a buck
If you try it and do that's a green leaf clover it's luck

But I wont say no more ima finish
Try me like a hoe ima fuck up my image
All we do is shoot like a MF scrimmage
You gotta have courage don't never be timid

Cause they fuck you was over when you at your lowest
I get on the beat I'm just talking not rapping I flow like a poet
You already know it
You up wit your stick nigga up with my stick guaranteed ima blow it

Blowing the stick time to put out the candle
30 shots out the blick like Julius Randle
Stay strapped up like velcro on a sandal
Put him on the news then we flipping the channel

I ain't banging no colors just me and my brothers
Grew up sharing clothes cause a nigga was struggling
Mama was hustling going to work every day
I was stealing cus I ain't have nothing

Ain't sleep foot in no trap I was slanging that bitch
Still itching to go on a hit
Ain't no gangsta yeah I can admit
Ima pure born Hustla know ima stay with a stick