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Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby (yeah)
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game (ah, yeah)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (yeah, yeah)
Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with
Make money, make-make, make money
When shit hit the fan, we'll take money, South side
Be with the best of 'em, gun shot at the rest of 'em (yeah)
Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check, boy, I'm finessin' em (haha, oh, oh)
Bag Supreme, boy you fuck around, put a big bag on your head
'Fore the weather break your bag
Let's get to it, they don't do it like we do it (nah)
Cop it, whip it, bag it, flip it
Re-up, we up, G'd up, what up? (Yeah)
Money 'round this bitch, still not givin' a fuck (ayy)
When it come to that paper there'll be no complications (haha, that's right)
Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin'
And it's alright, that's how we do it on this side
Niggas get to it on this side (yeah, yeah)
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game (ah, yeah)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (yeah, yeah)
Robberies turned homicide (NLE, the Top Shotta)
It's nothin' to play with (ayy)
It's all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards right
Don't get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin' on sight
Never go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or right
Protect your life 'cause I'll Debo you like you was just a bike
Two Cuban links just like I'm Tity Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boy
Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy
More money, more problems, got me feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy (yeah, yeah)
Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me (oh, oh)
Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'em
Might grab that nigga off the lot, we put 'em on the alley (yeah, yeah)
We need some silence, suppress 'em when he start rattlin' (yeah, yeah)
As you drivin', there'll be hell when you done did a robbery (yeah, yeah)
Not your ho man, I'm the boss man
Not the dope man but I bring the propane
He had a scope on it but he hit 'em close range
Stormy days but you know we bringin' more rains
I know heartbreaks, setbacks (Hey, NLE, Top Shotta, nigga)
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around (yeah)
So to me, it's all a part of the game (brr, brr)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (hey)
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (hey, hey)
Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (hey, hey)
Oh, oh
Welcome to the South side
Yeah, yeah
Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby (yeah)
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game (ah, yeah)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (yeah, yeah)
Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with
When shit hit the fan, we'll take money, South side
Be with the best of 'em, gun shot at the rest of 'em (yeah)
Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check, boy, I'm finessin' em (haha, oh, oh)
Bag Supreme, boy you fuck around, put a big bag on your head
'Fore the weather break your bag
Let's get to it, they don't do it like we do it (nah)
Cop it, whip it, bag it, flip it
Re-up, we up, G'd up, what up? (Yeah)
Money 'round this bitch, still not givin' a fuck (ayy)
When it come to that paper there'll be no complications (haha, that's right)
Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin'
And it's alright, that's how we do it on this side
Niggas get to it on this side (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, it's all a part of the game (ah, yeah)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (yeah, yeah)
Robberies turned homicide (NLE, the Top Shotta)
It's nothin' to play with (ayy)
Don't get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin' on sight
Never go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or right
Protect your life 'cause I'll Debo you like you was just a bike
Two Cuban links just like I'm Tity Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boy
Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy
More money, more problems, got me feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy (yeah, yeah)
Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me (oh, oh)
Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'em
Might grab that nigga off the lot, we put 'em on the alley (yeah, yeah)
We need some silence, suppress 'em when he start rattlin' (yeah, yeah)
As you drivin', there'll be hell when you done did a robbery (yeah, yeah)
Not your ho man, I'm the boss man
Not the dope man but I bring the propane
He had a scope on it but he hit 'em close range
Stormy days but you know we bringin' more rains
Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around (yeah)
So to me, it's all a part of the game (brr, brr)
If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (hey)
I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take it
Don't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (hey, hey)
Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (hey, hey)
Welcome to the South side
Yeah, yeah
Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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What the artist means This track is a welcome return to the rapper's gangster rap roots, he's running the streets, retracing his steps, and doing some real street things. He's rapping about the friends he left behind, he's rapping about those that are six feet under, he's rapping about the heartbreaks, he's rapping about his buddies that are in jail, and he vows to never go back. NLE is spitting with aggression, he's telling us all the tribulations and sins that he's seen at his young age. He's watching out for the police, he's making boss moves, and he thinks about the stormy days even though he's bringing the rain. Ms. Lanez closes out the track with her amazing vocals and reminds us that the life of a hustler is no joke.
What the song means to me This track has the makings of a thug anthem; it sees 50 dips in his gangster rap bag which he hasn't delved into for quite some time. He's spitting like he hasn't in years, he sounds ultra-focused, and it's clear that he took his time on this one. I didn't know that NLE had it in him, but he bodied the track and murdered the beat. Lanez sounded as awesome as ever, and this trifecta sure spazzed. Let's not forget about how awesome the beat was, and huge plaudits must be given to 50 for making this happen, it's immaculate yet gritty. I will give this song a rating of 8/10.
This track marks the first official collaboration between the artists. The track serves as the official soundtrack for the newest edition of the hit show Empire. It was released on December 30, 2020