sissonville Hustle

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Sissonville_hustle Rusty trailer parks, dirt roads like veins, Shadows creeping 'round, it’s meth smoke and pain...all day mothafucker... In the holler, we don't dance, we just hustle,hustle,hustle Knuckles bloody raw, every day’s a tussle,tussle, tussle Blowin' smoke through the gaps in my teeth, Sissonville nights, grinding underneath. Broke dreams in a pipe, chasing that dragon, Living fast, on slow all these bitches raggin.naggin,gagging... Gettin' lit, gettin' gone, holler high till the dawn, Glass pipe glowin’, devil’s pawn. Snortin' lines, pimpin' time, every day a crime, Ain’t no saving me, I’m in my prime.and I fuckin shine, everybody got billy on their mind,..haha they goin billy now... Hilltop thrones, we the kings of the sticks, Pills crushed fine, got a nose full of tricks. Pimpin’ hoes flippin slow fetty gaze, my pendulum sways, I count my days. Feds roll by, but they don’t see,.. fuck da 5 O... We ghosts in the hills, moving silently.flippin them deals...shhhh I'm huntin wabbit.... Bags of dope, pockets fat like hogs,hogs.hogs Holler boys wild, we the underdog gods.gods.gods. Cinder blocks for a throne, dreams built in the zone, Ain’t no peace in a place I call home. Stirring the pot, meth smoke rising, Sissonville hustle.hustle.hustle footwork muscle.muscle.muscle...the Hellmix Theory...see ya