Hands in the Air-AZ/DJ Rogers Jr.

Artist：az Songs Title：hands in the air I'm a hustler, not by choice (1x) I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bail It's like Attica '67 when they, closed the jail Be careful, but promote yo'selves that's what they told me Involved but unconcerned f**k beef when it dissolve it does not return I don't leave, stagnate nor move off-beat So discrete very rarely do I move on feet I rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets I blacks out never blind by the size of the image No disguise, homocide don't rely forensic Homes's finished, scrambling caught in the scrimmage 12 shells ricocheting and it pours from the hemorrhage Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for moving backwards New York's number one draft pick I'm a hustler, not by choice (4x) All this ni**a know is, get money burn a lot of smokes Lazy niggas was sleeping, I was wide awoke Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke When it's time to sleep with the fishes I supply the boat And I swear it hurts, I supply the coke 'Cuz don't nothing scare me worse than dying broke Iron poking on my ribs while I'm laying in a Taurus I live this sh*t y'all just performers, it's a dirty game I seen thugs turn informers, crooked cops run in the crib, no warrants Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge, Got a female lawyer and she f**king the judge I was once told, that you reap what you sow And a, the scent of w**d always seep in your clothes And a, it's Quiet Money so we speaking in codes Like, why should I trust ya?, ni**a, I'm a hustler I'm a hustler, not by choice