Yo Gotti - The Art of Hustle Lyrics

Law #1: never underestimate the enemy
See this a very important law
Law 2: if a man show a flaw, that mean that flaw really exist
Never take it for granted never
Rule #3: make sure you never break it, never sleep where the sack at

I'm the hustler's constitution
Feds giving back time for retribution, you snitching that shit excuses
Pain that's execution and thats my only solution I got from stopping these rat niggas from moving
My life a movie not a short film
Big budget Denzel Washington, Will Smith yeah
Scarface, Al Pacino, Godfather, Marlon Brando
A word to the wise watch your guys niggas snakes in disguise
Meeting bitches off the Gram know they living and lying
Cold heart never cried if I did it was blood
Little nigga big pride murder that's what it was and that's law

See if a nigga
See when you got that muthafuckin chip on your shoulder
And that big ass pistol and a nigga come playing
You gotta show a nigga you mean business you know what I'm saying

I'm fighting pain, fame, I never want to change
I'm the same still running with the gang
Still down to kill a nigga 'bout some petty like a chain
You a million dollar nigga got to get that in your brain
Now get that in your brain, it's all about the aim
We savages we all live the same
And it's the art of war nigga like the art of hustle nigga
They looking for the goonies but I'm the muscle nigga
I'm a shooter like Durant
I got heart like Russell nigga
I lost a million to the plug I never trust another nigga
What if I sell a million records will that change the code
Will my niggas try to betray me 'cause I know they vultures
Will LA Reid see my vision, will he see me wrong
Create me a better way to put my people on
Will my baby mama finally quit texting my phone
Kiss my daughter and my son tell 'em I'm coming home
Tell my niggas put the pistols down I'm in the zone
I been dropping nothing but gangsta shit on every song
And this the shit that they been waiting for forever long
They gave my patna 30 years for talking on the phone
I had to watch his mama cry and tell her let's be strong
Imma hold him down he won't do all that time alone
What if I wasn't a rapper the streets would get annoyed
'Cause don't nobody tell it how I tell it and you know it
What if they say I changed 'cause I went outside the box
What's good I kept my plug number so I can get some blocks
18 wheeler full of cocaine I'm talking lots of dope
Not believing Mexican plugs fuck a horoscope
If you a star where your telescope
These niggas high they on hella dope
Your favorite rapper hella broke
Cars leases they got hella notes
Houses rented got eviction notes and everybody already know
You fabricated and I'm factionated
You sold a million records I got millions of dollars
Who really made it huh