Evil Hustle God

Verse 1

Evil Hustle God

Back

Stacking blue hundreds

Tall

They watching how I move

I don't see none of you

Got the pack in the mail

Got the pack on the scale

Scale

Flipping work until it's gone

Nigga leave me alone

I'm a legend in the dirt

Put your face on a shirt

Ten toes

Walking through the fire with my eyes closed

Sold out shows

Sold out shows

I remember being broke

Now it's money in the coat

Nigga talk a lot of smack

Then he never coming back

Back

Got the trunk full of weight

Feeding everyone on my plate

Plate

Bitch I'm hungry for the crown

Moving silent through the town

Town

Killers waiting on the porch

Passing off the heavy torch

Money coming in a flood

Baptized in the street blood

Hundred rounds

Nigga how that sound

Ground

Keep your head on a swivel

Your whole life is just a quibble

I'm the king of the dark

Bite is worse than the bark

Bark

Smoking loud in the rental

Keeping everything mental

Mental

Sold out shows in the rain

Buying ice for the pain

Pain

I'm a god in the gutter

Bread and the bitter butter

Butter

Nigga get out my way

I ain't got nothing to say

Say

Run it up

Run it up

Run it up

Empty out the whole cup

Whole cup

I'm a beast I'm a monster

I'm the hood's only sponsor

Sponsor

Check the scoreboard for the stats

I don't hang with the rats

Rats

Selling soul for the gold

That's a story getting old

Old

I just want the whole bag

Flying every single flag

Flag

Evil Hustle God

God

Evil Hustle God

God

Bitch I'm really in the field

Everything I got is real

Real

Every city every state

Nigga get the story straight

Straight

I'm the one they want to be

But they cannot even see

See

Nigga stop all the cap

Put the city on the map

Map

I'm the king of this shit

Nigga better never quit

Quit

Nigga bow to the god

I don't ever need a squad

Squad

I'm the one and the only

Even when I'm feeling lonely

Lonely

Evil Hustle God

God

Evil Hustle God

God

Get it

Get it

Get it

Nigga better come and get it

Get it

I'm the king of the block

I don't even need a clock

Clock

Time is money in the bank

I'm the driver of the tank

Tank

Nigga move

Nigga move

Nigga move

I'm the one with the groove

Groove

Bitch I'm out

Bitch I'm out

Bitch I'm out

I'm the one they talk about

About

Evil Hustle God

God

Evil Hustle God

God

Yeah

Nigga

Yeah

Nigga

Yeah

Nigga

Gone