Ain't Both (MLK) - Hustle Gang, T.I., Trae Tha Truth

Ay real talk nigga dig this

I’m serious man

Holdin your own is just something, either you do or you can’t

Is you a gangster for real, either you is or you ain’t

It ain’t both, it can’t be both

You either solid and thoroughbred, or you snitch on your friends

Either you balling for real, or you leasing your Benz

It ain’t both, it can’t be both

I’m either ball deep in it or I’ll accept the fact I’m finished

Demanding my respect when all these other rappers timid

Try me I’ll bust a nigga ass in a minute

I’m just dyin' to ain’t bust a nigga ass in a minute

I handle my business no mask when i did it

Just Latex gloves and trash bags when I’m finished

Shit you talk in your rhymes I really know how to do it

You braggin about a nine you know you ain’t gon shoot it

You know you don’t wanna kill a man

But then again scary nigga kill quicka, George Zimmerman

And Lord knows I be trying to be the bigger man

But one of you niggas try me I’m headed to the pen again

Stand up count, razor in my mouth

Shank a nigga ass on the yard and I’m out

We been know for keeping bails of kush and bricks of hard at the house

And we made it out of that what we arguing about nigga?

Holdin your own is just something, either you do or you can’t

Is you a gangster for real, either you is or you ain’t

It ain’t both, it can’t be both

You either solid and thoroughbred, or you snitch on your friends

Either you balling for real, or you leasing your Benz

It ain’t both, it can’t be both

Labor Day, Murciélago, everything elegant

Somewhere getting paper while pussy niggas irrelevant

Double barrel shotty’s with nostrils big as an elephant

Leave spiritual and physical floating like you was Heaven sent

Black hand jack your face hiding under this beanie

Run up in you spot, wish a nigga would, fuck a genie

Haters catch execution like Benito Mussolini

Fuck the world like a Makaveli son of Misifini

Niggas say they banging, when it’s pressure they a businessman

You out of bounds, fuck around and get charged like a sentence man

You either gangster out you ain’t, fuck thinking about it

You and every pussy on you ship gonna end up sinkin out it

I die for my reputation get rejected

Knowing its a plague of fuck niggas leavin shit infected

I’m holding court off in these streets, get your issue swept

Jump out on them with this P-90 leave them to plead the fifth

You either solid and thoroughbred, or you snitch on your friends

Either you balling for real, or you leasing your Benz

It ain’t both, it can’t be both

Ak-47 to your face, boy im dead wrong

Bullet to your dome for niggas thinking they head strong

Catch him with them Beats by Dre headsets on

If he ain’t listen throw one up in his headphone

Haah

Which one is you workin?

Say you pushing a Benz but you can’t buy your bitch a Birkin

You a pussy that’s for certain

And everybody feeling me

I got these niggas nervous, gorilla nigga really thin

Testarosa shit you mad cause im kosher huh

Blue diamonds in the charm, look like the ocean huh

50 keys nightly, wrists brightly

If you don’t like the way that I’m kickin it come and fight me

Keep hollin' about you the man, but your hand out

While we was over seas buying keys til they ran out

See me in the 'vette tearing up the asphalt

Playing with a Hustle Gang nigga knock his ass off

Holdin your own is just something, either you do or you can’t

Is you a gangster for real, either you is or you ain’t

It ain’t both, it can’t be both

Business is business, packages shipping

No limit on spending, I’m in Fifth and Saks with the women

A chemist in kitchens I was cooking crack when a nigga was really 'posed to be

timid

I really deserve a sentence

Bagging bitches is a talent, smart as devoted leaders

On probation for ten years and still hold heatas

Let a stupid nigga try Spodee, I’mma punch him in his face

If I can’t beat him I’mma draw down with a forty

And these days bitches wanna bow down and adore me

I feed haters shit while eating shrimp, they mouth water

I keep potato chips with cheese dip in that order

A nigga hate on me I take his bitch past Florida

And you know that she ain’t been nowhere

I really don’t care, all a nigga really want is some head, I’mma watch your hair

I’mma be so fair, I got the whole city ridin with me

Sucker niggas playing both sides, I’m straight as a bow tie

Point blank dead center, down the middle, bulls eye

Get familiar with a real nigga no cosign

Stand up guy like the roll tide o-line

Protecting my land if you ain’t dying with honors then

You less of a man, nigga you a Juwanna-man

I came, I saw, I conquered

And my only fear is to slip and die on my momma land

It’s a jungle man

You got rats, you got snakes out here

You got lions, you got apes out here

These niggas lying they so fake out here

Like them dead presidents ??

Holdin your own is just something, either you do or you can’t

Is you a gangster for real, either you is or you ain’t

It ain’t both, it can’t be both

You either solid and thoroughbred, or you snitch on your friends

Either you balling for real, or you leasing your Benz

It ain’t both, it can’t be both