B-Eazy — Hustla's Mentality lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Hustla's Mentality" by B-Eazy.

Lyrics

I ain’t a gangster, by any means/
B-Eazy's bout that green, touch it/
Can’t you feel that bulge in my jeans?/
I’m a hustler
I got my mind on your money & your money on my mind/
Any intent upon mine, I’m spitting 3 in your spine/
Stay on the grind like bad brakes and bad breaks we suffer few/
We gunning for the TD like Tatum Bell, DeSoto High School/
An 80's baby, too late for me to fuck with that baby powder/
Plus the laws watch me every hour/
Like Pac, the drug game wasn’t for me/
So I stayed making beats, laying tracks/
Increasing my paper stacks, but wait!/
My slate wasn’t so fresh, so clean like Outkast/
Had a past that only few can relate to/
Eazy wasn’t that grateful to few/
They say that karms is a motherfucker/
Do unto others as you want done to you/
So hustlers, we buy up bigger plates/
Steal crumbs off niggas plates/
Cop whips & switch up plates/
Buy buildings & big estates/
So nigga, fix up your face or stop knocking my hustle/
I got cousins straight out the pen, who in a call will touch you, nigga!
I ain’t a gangster, by any means/
B-Eazy's bout that green, touch it/
Can’t you feel that bulge in my jeans?/
I’m a hustler
And Yes! I’m getting out-of-state calls for tracks/
B-Eazy keep 'em coming back like them fiends on crack/
Eliminate the middle man to increase my stacks/
And keep rolls in rubberbands, stash box in the back/
You’d be a dead man if caught red-handed looking into that/
Shit, this some game that you can’t get from books or internet/
You kind of sick/
I’m cashing checks and bet the things I’m finna get/
Are bound to leave you more upset/
I’m copping whips to no regret, and check/
B been bound to get it since I hit the ovaries/
Told semen surrounding me, «Y'all ain’t the man I’m bound to be!"/
Scan the dictionary, bet you’ll find a picture of me/
Right next to hustler, with your bitch sitting to the left of me/
Look here, if you ain’t got a quarter mill to buy a Dre track/
Go on & cop up some equipment & create a Dre track/
Make scratch, stash stacks/
Double back & triple that/
And end with more than where you started at/
A Hustler’s Mentality!