Hehe, forget this rap shit I need a new hustle
A little bit of everything, the new improved Russell
I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle
As you see I can't leave so I do love youBut I'm just a hustler disguised as a rapper
In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a wrapperBack when crack was
What these pills are, I was a real star
Complete with real, cars, no video ones
You can come and set up a camera, let the video runAnd my real life, complete with real, ice
V.V.S. boulders oh they're visibly set
Head and shoulders, my invisible neck
You see Hova, wasn't digital yetBefo' Steve Jobs, made the iPod
Was gettin head, jobs, we call that intimate
Back when rappers wouldn't dare play lyrical roulette
With a automatic weapon I was reppin with a tecFresh like Mannie be, chain like anti-freeze
Shoebox full of cash, dealer man hand me ki's
Pantries full of Arm & Hammer, don't take Nancy Drew to see
what it do, I'm a damn GJust sent a million dollars through a hands free
That's big money talk, can you answer me?
Before the Answer was a 3,
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, lawyer chickSure he's rich now cause he saw the shit, all this shit
That's why they call him Hov', cause he came before all this shit
Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter eights
Bought a 9 for non-stop glock work all the timeWoo! Guess who's back?
Since this is a new era, got a fresh new hat
Ten year veteran, I've been set
I've been through with this bullshit game but I never quit!
I used to think rappin at 38 was illBut last year alone I grossed 38 mill'
I know I ain't quite 38 but still
The flow so Special, got a 38 feel
The real is back!
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