telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear, like it could be love // only if they pay for it // you’re a bandit like me, hustling for the good life // i’m married to the hustle
an album full of contradictions:
•i said i didn’t believe in marriage, that was a lie // i’m married to the hustle
•cause i’m not the baddest // whose the baddest in the land?
•all that bitchin wishin on a falling star never did me any good // i made wishes on all of the stars