Lyrics:

(Light the fire that needs the air)

(I won't burn unless your there)



Yea, I need you,I need you to hate

So I can use it for your energy

you know, its very shit, feel this!



[Verse 1]

America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me

Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle

I take spit over raymo shit, I'ma fan

Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle

The women on my life bring confusion shit

SO like Nino when we new jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch

Look at me, this is the life I chose

Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up

Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman

I take that coke leaf and make that snow

Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door

O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin

Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiend to live a good life

The fiends just fiendin

Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see

The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me



[Chorus]

I want the finer things thats in my life

So I hustle (hustle)

Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to get mine

And I'll buck you (buck you)

I don't care who you run with, or where you from

Nigga fuck you (fuck you)

I want the finer things thats in my life

So I hustle (hustle)



[Verse 2]

Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks

Black thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip

I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me

Man my cold days, they called me chef boyarfitty

Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit

Send me two seeds hot grown with they need

Them ain't cheap pet plants in the crib thats chronic

And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it

I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind

Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine

If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and

What goes in my mind, its contagious

Hypnotic, it sounds melodic

If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be potent product

Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key

And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision

Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin

It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes

In the jewels with your chains

I upgrade from 30 B's to clean V's

Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot

I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline

Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin

I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state

Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate

Them holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape

Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake

I'm like the East coast number one playboy B

Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me

The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me

Racist, pointin at me look at the niggaracci

Hello!



[Chorus]