Theater Floor

Back

I'm back

I'm back

Still the king of the dirt

Selling out the theater

Packing out the floor

Money on the counter

Money in the walls

Money in my dreams

Nigga think he tough until I show up on his street

Walking with a limp because my pockets way too deep

Got it

I got it

I got it

Evil hustle god with the pack in the mail

Haters want to see a young nigga in a jail

Twelve on the corner but they never gonna catch me

Moving through the shadows while these pussy niggas sketchy

Five figures

Six figures

Seven figures more

Labels at the table while I'm kicking down the door

No contract

No masters

No peace

Leave a nigga shaking when I'm letting out the beast

I was broke

Now I'm rich

Stashing thousands in a ditch

Never switch

Never fold

Keep my business on the low

Keep my business in the dark

Leaving every show with a heavy hollow mark

Nigga shut your mouth

Nigga close your eyes

Every time I speak is a million dollar prize

Riding through the city with the windows tinted black

Took a hundred grand and I never looked back

Never looked around

Never looked away

Gimme all the glory while I'm hunting for the prey

Selling out the venues from the west to the east

Hustle god rising while I'm turning to a priest

Count it up

Spend it all

Watch the weak niggas fall

Big money

Big rings

I'm the king of these things

Evil in the soul

Greed in the chest

Put the whole underground to a final fucking rest

Nigga check the stats

Nigga check the score

I'm the one they screaming for while standing at the door

Blood on the money

Dirt on the name

Hustle god forever while I'm changing up the game

I'm back

I'm back

I'm back

Yeah