Donde Estabas Tu

(I want to be dead, I want to be fucking)
(Millions made us fucking rich)
(A gangster dude by your mom's side)
(Your grandma, man it's easy)
(It's easy to try, even if it is, easy to try)
(But easy that's real man, just right there dude)
(Dude let off a whole clip right now in)
(The air, shoot anything that's easy to do)

You weren't there when Gucci
Wanted it and I couldn't reach it
You weren't there when I was starving
You haven't been through the process
You don't know about that
And if it happens with us
We'll blow your brains out

You weren't there when Gucci
Wanted it and I couldn't reach it
You weren't there when I was starving
You haven't been through the process
You don't know about that
And if it happens with us
We'll blow your brains out

Where were you when
There weren't millions on YouTube?
Where were you when
We weren't the crew?
When there weren't millions
Much less the chains?
Now I fly in planes
And I got girls in the club

(Yeah) young kings dude
The gun is my best friend
That's why I always keep it on me
The youngest, the golden boy
Is taking out the whole league
And if it were all paid, bitch
I wouldn't be singing about the streets

I was fishing for a clip of the good stuff
When you were just fishing for scraps
By law in the barbershop
They're envying me because the streets
Back me up, always talking big
I even watch my back

We're from the streets, we carry the hustle
In our veins, cold for my brothers
Who are in jail serving
Time, we're real, we count
Money and no problems, now I got
My mama taken care of, she ain't got no worries

You weren't there when Gucci
Wanted it and I couldn't reach it
You weren't there when I was starving
You haven't been through the process
You don't know about that
And if it happens with us
We'll blow your brains out

You weren't there when Gucci
Wanted it and I couldn't reach it
You weren't there when I was starving
You haven't been through the process
You don't know about that
And if it happens with us
We'll blow your brains out

I'm taking so many pills
I see blurry all my buddies
Strapped up and things are going down
I'm the new face of the hustle
Dude, don't be jealous
1.7 lifestyle, pure little hustlers

And we roll in European cars
The good stuff is colorful
We drop you down a peg
The .40's loaded, if not
I don't want the fifth
We load up all the .30's
On the street, I lit you up

I don't give your girl any because it boosts her ego
I got the haters choking on my flow
They're addicted like to the white stuff
I got my little shooters
Who take out everyone since they were kids
I'm younger than you
And I put you in your place

We're from the streets, we carry the hustle
In our veins, cold for my brothers
Who are in jail serving
Time, we're real, we count
Money and no problems, now I got
My mama taken care of, she ain't got no worries

You don't know all that we've lived
You don't hang in the trap, you don't know that we all
Suffered, this is the life we got
The streets are dangerous, I gotta save myself
So my pops can sleep easy

Brr
Brrr
Money Boys
Ahh
The kid
Seventeen
Hood Rich
Baby ah
The face of the hustle, like it or not
Brrr