[Intro: Nipsey Hussle & Radio Personality]
Proving that he cured AIDS...
Come on, Why we don't know about that tho?
(Absolutely, absolutely..
And he just died mysteriously down there..)
Know what I mean? (Yeah)
And so you know how they play..
(Oh yeah)
You know n*ggas is Tweetin' me like Hussle be careful bro, your plane gon go down
I said you better ride for me n*gga *laughs*
(You dig, that's what I'm saying, don't pray)
[Verse : Rob Ace]
Yeah.. yeah
Yeah, Yeah
(I got a dream that all my n*ggas gon be rich one day)
(I got a dream that all my n*ggas is gon make it out)
Look, woke up today like what if it’s my last?
And I just hit the plug to run it cause I smoked my gas
I been stressed I’m from New York where they be living fast
Where n*ggas don’t wanna see you winnin' n*gga that’s a fact
I been spinning blocks like I’m tired of that sh*t, I need to drink
Been distracted too much smoke, too much hoes, mixed with drinks
All my n*ggas off them pills , wanna trap and just get fly
All my n*ggas either on the block or locked up or they died
Why they did my n*gga Nip like that? It’s hard to see him die
After all the sh*t he strived, drive bys he survived
Just to shake Hovs hand, buy his block and be that guy
Wonder if I speak my mind will these b*tch ass n*ggas slide
So you tell the world some truth and it lies in hate
Paranoid off last night shootout but I’ll be okay
It’s sunny outside, weather good, n*ggas shooting
No matter how much sh*t we won back, we still losing
They give us options like the option is to stay on blocks
And hold a Glock and pray that check you need don’t ever stop
And b*tches askin' what am I gon do when sh*t take off?
Will I run this chip or blow it at the play offs?
But f*ck that lane
I been kicking out my syrup and replacing it with Haze
I been thinking 'bout my n*ggas and how far that we done came
All that hunger all that pain
All them buildings full of hate
This is fate
f*ck that sh*t n*gga
They kill our brothers then just hope we change
And push n*ggas that pass on hate and stay the same
n*ggas rather make money off your son on percs
Then make more bread when you buy his ass hearse
Saying that you’ll come in second 'cause somebody did it first
Saying that you got to smile even when your people hurt
Dr. Sebi got murked trynna tell you how this work
n*ggas say you need to work 'til you get yourself some work
Wanna buy a nice crib but they telling you a purse
n*ggas offer you a M but you know what you're worth
n*ggas happy for a slave til the slave get free
Been a slave my whole life you can't enslave me
n*ggas want my people dead, but they wanna save me
I won’t f*ck nobody over, f*ck what you pay me
Talk my sh*t they hate me
Dumb n*ggas can’t play me
Can’t let negatives break me
Can’t let that dumb sh*t take me
I'm gone (Gone)