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a problem since I stepped in, fuck it I'm fresher than a freshmen\n  start_ms: 213570\n  end_ms: 216990\n- text: Step in the booth and I'll burn the mic, like check one, two, testing\n  start_ms: 216990\n  end_ms: 221100\n- text: Hustle gang over everybody in here\n  start_ms: 221100\n  end_ms: 248810\n- text: If I'm in building alone then it's a hundred million in here\n  start_ms: 248810\n  end_ms: 251920\n- text: From another planet motherfucker I been sent here\n  start_ms: 251920\n  end_ms: 255320\n- text: My dick so long I'll go back in time and fuck yo bitch for ten years\n  start_ms: 255320\n  end_ms: 259000\n- text: I'm this real, I'm this real, I'm colder than windshield\n  start_ms: 259000\n  end_ms: 262190\n- text: I walk through the front door like what's up the pimp's here\n  start_ms: 262190\n  end_ms: 265360\n- text: Life in the fast lane, I wake up in sixth gear\n  start_ms: 265360\n  end_ms: 268460\n- text: I wake up in vegas like bitch why you still here\n  start_ms: 268460\n  end_ms: 271340\n- text: That's just how I go about it, B.o.B best know about it\n  start_ms: 271340\n  end_ms: 273610\n- text: Nigga I be everywhere, if I'm on a plane I know the pilot\n  start_ms: 273610\n  end_ms: 277870\n- text: All them haters talking shit, nowadays they show is quiet\n  start_ms: 277870\n  end_ms: 281210\n- text: Tell me why you front row, with your main bitch she so excited, so excited\n  start_ms: 281210\n  end_ms: 285120\n- text: We ain't got no conscious, we don't show no pity\n  start_ms: 285120\n  end_ms: 314440\n- text: Turn up in yo town, put this up in yo city\n  start_ms: 314440\n  end_ms: 317540\n- text: Dirty ass bank roll, no this ain't no diddy\n  start_ms: 317540\n  end_ms: 320910\n- text: Posted in the trap, pull up get a 50\n  start_ms: 320910\n  end_ms: 324050\n- text: Shitting on these niggas, safe to say A.P. shitty\n  start_ms: 324050\n  end_ms: 327280\n- text: Ain't nothing lil bitty, Big ass in my glass drop\n  start_ms: 327280\n  end_ms: 330830\n- text: And this shit on 50, Careful what you ask for\n  start_ms: 330830\n  end_ms: 334760\n- text: Grind for every thing, so we ain't never had to beg for\n  start_ms: 334760\n  end_ms: 337150\n- text: Bad red bitch, you know I fucks until her legs sore\n  start_ms: 337150\n  end_ms: 340590\n- text: When I'm in her spot, you know that 45 on the dresser\n  start_ms: 340590\n  end_ms: 343920\n- text: Whole click sold blumma, don't get in shit you can't handle\n  start_ms: 343920\n  end_ms: 347060\n- text: Straight pulling up in them toys, but we don't play around Southside Atlanta\n  start_ms: 347060\n  end_ms: 350170\n- text: Hustle Gang over everybody\n  start_ms: 350170\n  end_ms: 354650\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 354650\nplain: |-\n  Boss shit, fuck what any bitch say about it\n  Win or Lose I'm a motherfucking player bout it\n  Call Me better motherfucking pray about it\n  Money over bitches, hustle gang over everybody\n  Everybody, Everybody, not Everybody, Everybody\n  Money over bitches, hustle gang over everybody\n  Do you mean Everybody, Everybody, not Everybody, Everybody\n  Money over bitches, hustle gang over everybody\n\n  All these wheels that I've been in, and all these bitches I know y'all\n  If niggas really bout getting that check, How come nobody don't know y'all\n  This hustle gang we on go y'all, nothing But bully we throw y'all\n  Don't ask me nothing about yung L.A., I Don't know that nigga that dro dog\n  Ok ok 30\" bitch I sit over everybody\n  12 gauge bluka, bluka, bluk, blast Everybody\n  As far as talent go, T.I.P. don't get mad When I find it\n  IF you ain't like that pussy nigga, why the Fuck you sign him?\n\n  Only signed that nigga cause he had that so\n  Thought he was that nigga but I had that wrong\n  Had I known what I know, I'd a left that alone\n  We ain't been shit sense, that's my two cents\n  Young gang of niggas that don't like me shawty\n  Gotta problem then come fight me shawty\n  You're to broke to green light me shawty\n  Got a bunch of paid niggas just like me shawty\n  We hold it down raw shit my appearance is real\n  That shit you talking is cheaper than the clearance for real\n  Shoot a nigga, blood start hemorrhaging ill\n  I been bossing up since we was trapping out of Riverdale\n\n  Hustle Gang Street kings, attitude like fuck you\n  Nature of an asshole, better let me the fuck through\n  They put me in position with choppers, so I'm on defense\n  I'm kobe when I shoot, never post I (thrrr) in sequence\n  Black on black like the sun gone, I bet you got this one wrong\n  How the fuck you go to war with handguns, my niggas march with they drums on\n  Hustle gang i g.d.o.d, still in this bitch like B.O.B.\n  Ask T.i.P I'm go like mike, I take flight off t.o.p\n  I get money, yea, get money, y'all rubberband and I sit money\n  You trap stash and I fit money can't none of these hoes get shit from me\n  I do me, get mine, in this Maybach where I sit fine\n  Ain't no stress I'm bossed up on this block collecting like rent time\n\n  I use to throw my coins away, bought pennies made pounds\n  Pennies for my force, and pussy every penny counts\n  And everywhere we go, these people wanna know\n  They wrecking, they turning up, carry on till your speaker blows\n  Cause time's money, money's time nigga\n  It's G.D.O.D., I'm still alive nigga\n  I rep my city, yea I put on for my cut All I do is murder verse, now who want to die first?\n  It's hustle gang my nigga, I'm putting on for my team\n  Spazzing on that trigger, but I'm shooting after my dream\n  Been a problem since I stepped in, fuck it I'm fresher than a freshmen\n  Step in the booth and I'll burn the mic, like check one, two, testing\n\n  Hustle gang over everybody in here\n  If I'm in building alone then it's a hundred million in here\n  From another planet motherfucker I been sent here\n  My dick so long I'll go back in time and fuck yo bitch for ten years\n  I'm this real, I'm this real, I'm colder than windshield\n  I walk through the front door like what's up the pimp's here\n  Life in the fast lane, I wake up in sixth gear\n  I wake up in vegas like bitch why you still here\n  That's just how I go about it, B.o.B best know about it\n  Nigga I be everywhere, if I'm on a plane I know the pilot\n  All them haters talking shit, nowadays they show is quiet\n  Tell me why you front row, with your main bitch she so excited, so excited\n\n  We ain't got no conscious, we don't show no pity\n  Turn up in yo town, put this up in yo city\n  Dirty ass bank roll, no this ain't no diddy\n  Posted in the trap, pull up get a 50\n  Shitting on these niggas, safe to say A.P. shitty\n  Ain't nothing lil bitty, Big ass in my glass drop\n  And this shit on 50, Careful what you ask for\n  Grind for every thing, so we ain't never had to beg for\n  Bad red bitch, you know I fucks until her legs sore\n  When I'm in her spot, you know that 45 on the dresser\n  Whole click sold blumma, don't get in shit you can't handle\n  Straight pulling up in them toys, but we don't play around Southside Atlanta\n  Hustle Gang over everybody\n"}]