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brand new hustler (same old mistakes) - marc haize lyrics

yeah
i’ve been working for a minute
put a ring on it ’cause i’m so f*cking committed
i swear, i’m way too humble but you know i’m gone k!ll it
presidential status see them boys running the senate
boys holding the pennant

i got plans to do it major, i don’t eat with snakes, man
that’s way out of my nature, i only hunt with wolves
i mean, really, can you blame us? backs against the wall
and they question my behavior, really, what’s the problem?

they been sleeping on me, got your girlfriend creeping on me
k!ll that p*ssy grieving on it, i don’t need an agreement on it
no contract, i send it home
’bout the third time she been in my phone
evеry single time she bе home alone
i’m sorry that’s a thot that i can’t condone

apologize don’t mean to be a nuisance
closing 25 and i’m still living ruthless
they ain’t ’bout improving then i had to give ’em deuces
that’s just how we living, man, i didn’t f*cking choose this, for real
feel like a brand new person (but you make the same old mistakes)
well, i don’t care, i’m in love (stop before it’s too late, i know)
feel like a brand new person (but you make the same old mistakes)
i finally know what is like (you don’t have what it takes)
(stop before it’s too late)
(i know there’s too much at st…) yeah, what? what?
i’ve been tryna leave reality
probably why my friends stay so mad at me
probably why these women never flatter me
i want a bad chick with good anatomy
highly educated, graduate a university
she might be in the west, taking classes out in berkeley
let her meet my mother, probably take her to the church with me
saint out in public but at night she like to twerk for me

i can never trust ’em but i need ’em just to love ’em
i am not perfect, so i’m never quick to judge ’em
but i can never wife ’em if you hooked up with the homie
but i’d probably second night ’em if you cooking in the morning
then it’s right back to the money
love to get this paper like white girls love edamame
i’ma get what’s mine, i won’t let ’em take it from me
find me in the south where them boys ball and parlay

hold up, yeah (feel like a brand new person)
but you make the same old mistakes
well, i don’t care, i’m in love (stop before it’s too late, i know)
feel like a brand new person (but you make the same old mistakes)
i finally know what is like (you don’t have what it takes)
(stop before it’s too late)
(i know there’s too much at stake)
(making the same mistakes)
man, i know that it’s hard to digest (busy with the wrong ones)
but maybe this story ain’t so different from the rest (busy with the wrong ones)
and i know it seems wrong to accept (i’ve been busy with the wrong ones)

but you’ve got your demons, and she’s got her regrets (been so busy with the wrong ones)
look, i ain’t got time for b*tches
gotta keep my mind on my motherf*cking riches
and even if i die, they won’t worry me
mama don’t cry, bury me a g
you see, i ain’t got time for b*tches
gotta keep my mind on my motherf*cking riches
and even if i die, they won’t worry me (they won’t worry me)
mama don’t cry, bury me a g (mama don’t cry, bury me a g)

yeah
young, wild and reckless, i swear every night has been so restless
i remember being check*less living with my exes
now, i’m putting down a couple x’s on my checklist
life is crazy, how the h*ll did i end up in texas?

spur of the moment see the maverick moving like a rocket
when it’s love you ain’t really worried ’bout profit
but swear to god i ain’t going back to empty pockets
and i ain’t perfect, i have never claim to be a prophet

’cause i’ve been busy with wrong ones
busy with the wrong ones
yeah, tonight was throwed but i need it for the long run
i need something for the long run
yeah, you see, i ain’t got time for b*tches
gotta keep my mind on my motherf*cking riches
and even if i die, they won’t worry me
mama don’t cry, bury me a g

you see, i ain’t got time for b*tches
gotta keep my mind on my motherf*cking riches
and even if i die, they won’t worry me (they won’t worry me)
mama don’t cry, bury me a g (mama don’t cry, bury me a g)

- marc haize lyrics

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