All she cares about is if ya Benz match ya kicks

And he aint worried bout haters much the fact are rich

I’m like I’m goin outta town for a while be back at six

Turn the bass up, triple my vocals each track is sick

Raised by the hustlaz, trained by the hustlaz

They aint sayin much , learned the game from the hustlaz

Tried to salary cap Jus’ , but to me they’re still customaz

I just know what I gotta do , and they just tryna fuck it up

But I been to Wall Street, ya mental aint tough enough

And I been on ya street, I aint see nothin but

A whole lotta nothin, a whole lotta frontin

I’m dumpin’ , and the pretty chicks im humpin’

Justis James™ Did It

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