Fresh up off a stage on my way to B of A. AMB, we L. A, tryna eat, we the way. It's just Rimpau, it's just Adam. This shit straight off the muscle Gotta work hard gotta hustle Shout out my boy Nipsey hussle Shout out my boy Nipsey Hussle We run this shit this is. I was never scared to stand, front line with MAC 10's. Nobody want to stand in front a judge, nigga. Stupid ass nigga you can't fade us. I say self-made, meaning I designed myself. I'm front line every time it's on, nigga.
Similar to climbing out the grave, huh. I f*ck with Rick Ross 'cause he teaching wealth. This just another front step with candles. And I do that shit, why y′all fuck with the boy. Look, my nigga this is dedication. All black Tom Ford, it's a special evening. Any problem I'ma reappear. Use to do we keeps it crackin like the old G's use to do in 85 and 87 and 91.
Look, I got a team at my bank, I don't even need an I. But deep down inside he know you can't fade him. Ran a couple marathons just to get established. Since elementary we close my nigga. And if you counter my trend, I make you my protege. Couple hundred thousand up, he took a shovel to the lawn.
And I don't never understand the type of games you niggas play. Said he want a Beamer with the subs in it. You was in the house, now with the runaway slaves, huh? Made my first mil' on my own, I don't need your help.
Can't be f*ckin' off your lucci gotta save up. Where you come from? Knew that shit was over from the day I dropped my presale. Million dollar life insurance on my flesh, nigga. Finally wiggle out they mazes. Bring some Yac' with my plate, garlic noodles and steak. Money in like nipsey hussle on my mind here I Need no bad vibes Just Keep it right there To make it big is what I have decided Gone are the days when we. Looking at the legend I become, nigga.
In my city, that was question number one, nigga. Artist: Nipsey Hussle f/ The Game. If you broke bread, you got chip now. I'm sitting on Dueces while the blunt burn. And he don't need a reason, he a young nigga. Your response be the reason you exist. I spent my whole life tryna make it, tryna chase it. Tryna pump your gas, get your car shot. It's all I'm tryna do, hustle and motivate. Fifty-Ninth and Fifth Ave, granny house with vanilla wafers. Red rose in the gray pavement. They don't take it here. Pressure on my shoulder weigh a ton.
One of one, it's like a magic trick. It was visionary, either I'm genius or you niggas scary. I do, with an ear to lend. When he pull up in a Phantom. Make you think of better days like when you was winning. F*ck 'em so let's make a grip. Strippers in the club and my cups half empty. But I got to make it to first, first. Young nigga blue pager on my hip so. Same color rag just a new crip blue bandanas blue dickies and a deuce fith. I do it for my brothers. And when they get to speak, it's like a coded language. 'Cause they left him no platforms to explain it. Life is a bitch but she mine.
Young n—a been focused on my check (Mhmmhm). That's why they follow me, huh, they think I know the way. Call my little brother up, you know we took it there. It's eighty-something degrees in L. A. F*ck it, time to put some jetskis on L. A. And you been the whole time, then it slap you in the face.