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Released on: 2014-11-10
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Everyday gotta hustle baby. Hey, yeah.
-And so I party like it's 2012. Split the Swisher open, put the green inside the L.
'Cause any day I could take a L.
So my niggas gather around 'cause they love the smell. This that kush my nigga, don't ever breathe inhale.
Let's get high, let's touch the heavens 'cause we in this hell.
I'm thinking at times if I could take a shell. Living for the moment right now, I don't really care. My bitch rocking
Chanel. She ghetto Saditti. Magnificent ass, incredible titties.
She like to pull on my zipper when I'm on the highway. Doing 85 on the 85 Sade.
In the background, got my hat down. Feeling like a king, shout out to Sac Town.
You looking at a gangsta in his finest hour.
'Til they lock me up or rain on me, last -showers, nigga.
-Even if I ain't got a watch on my wrist I can still tell you what time it is. I'm a gangsta in his finest hour.
I'm a gangsta in his finest hour. Still hustling same clothes when the sun come up.
Been down so long the only way is up.
'Cause I'm a gangsta in his finest hour.
Gangsta in his finest hour.
-Boss. Fascinated with the gold Daytons. -Gross.
Fast paper was the motivation. Jay got the essays, I know the Haitians. When I'm in
LA we meet at Crustaceans.
Butterfly all kilos. Show me the money 'cause I gotta feed my ego.
-Boss.
-Fuck a big coupe when all my niggas rent due. Put my life on it, I can show you how a brick move.
Whip it.
-Baking soda make it moonwalk. -Moonwalk.
White glove, money stuffed in my tube socks. Top down, Thug Life, Tupac.
-Baby.
-I'm a boss, I could get your whole crew chopped.
Teflon Don on the rise. After four or five lines you know it's organized crime.
-Boss. -More money.
-More money. -More power. The world is yours.
That's -until I get my last shower.
-Even if I ain't got a watch on my wrist I can still tell you what time it is. I'm a gangsta in his finest hour.
Gangsta in his finest hour. Still hustling same clothes when the sun come up.
Been down so long the only way is up. 'Cause I'm a gangsta in his finest hour.
Gangsta in his finest hour.
Overlooking the skyline. Got money. Wish it could buy time.
Watch hustlers in they prime get confined to a 559 from a five star grind.
I'm talking big money, boats and fur coats. Cars and gold ropes. Scales and more dope.
My big homie Loaf, headed by the loaf. Got Knox system trying to hang him by a scope.
Downfalls when you considered a top dog. So my eyes open while I'm on top, dog.
Let them pussy niggas hate, I'ma do me. Fuck ménage and twats, I'ma do three.
Roll up the doobie, let it burn slow. Let your hair back, sip on this Merlot.
You looking at a gangsta in his finest hour. 'Til they lock me up or rain on me, last showers.
Even if I ain't got a watch on my wrist I can still tell you what time it is.
I'm a gangsta in his finest hour.
Gangsta in his finest hour. Still hustling same clothes when the sun come up.
Been down so long the only way is up. 'Cause I'm a gangsta in his finest hour.
Gangsta in his finest hour.
A gangsta in his finest hour. A gangsta in his finest hour.
A gangsta in his finest hour.
Yeah, yeah.
A gangsta in his finest hour. A gangsta in his finest hour.
A gangsta in his finest hour.
Every day, every day, every day, every day, every day.
-Ooh. Da, da, da, da, da. Oh soul baby.
-Every day, every day, every day, every day.