Judas’ Closet lyrics

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Ay, they say be careful what you wish for
You might f*ck around and get that sh*t

[Chorus: The Game, Nipsey Hussle & Both]
Feel like I sold my f*cking soul
To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s
Nip, feel like I sold my f*cking soul
To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s
Cedar, 6-0, wife beater, wrist froze
Platinum Jesus piece, n*gga, mine all gold
Chuck, feel like I sold my f*cking soul
To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
When you come from depression, tend to lust for possessions
Gotta make an impression, but you can't wait for your blessing
Model b*tch strip naked, while I sip on this Texas
I'm pushing this German, Jesus piece on my necklace
These n*ggas gon' test you, and these b*tches is reckless
And that money go fast, I hope you paying your taxes
All the questions they asking, all the cameras that's flashing
All the stress that come with it, it's like you hustling backwards
If you ain't breaking the bank, so we go hard everyday
In that sacrificial Lamb', it's just the part that you play
And you the first one in your fam' to have the heart to get paid
Had the smarts to switch lanes, had the guts to be brave
Now, and now you a star on the stage
But once they cut on them lights, no turning them off
That's part of the game
Wow, people caught up in your fame
And never will it be the same, this sh*t is expensive
The price that we pay, that's why I
[Chorus: The Game, Nipsey Hussle & Both]
Feel like I sold my f*cking soul
To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s
Nip, feel like I sold my f*cking soul
To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s
Cedar, 6-0, wife beater, wrist froze
Platinum Jesus piece, n*gga, mine all gold
Chuck, feel like I sold my f*cking soul
To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s

[Verse 2: The Game]
Clip tosses since n*ggas is brick flossing
Now the Bloods with Slauson, so n*ggas go get coffins
Compton like the NFL, n*ggas get hit often
Hairy bud I green, make n*ggas forget Boston
Redbone b*tch, she high on blue dolphins
Head game sick, she bi and switch often
It's kush b*tch, quit coughing, my six got streets talking
Timbo', this sh*t scorching, got Bloods and Crips walking
It's Nip', so get up off him, we like Biggie and Jigga mane'
The Nickerson's is Marcy, Bed-Stuy and Slauson
My flow something like Nasir, I should put a pause here
Run and tell them n*ggas the god's here
This Califonia kush got me in God's ear
We got them Ace of Spades, but ain't no cards here
Just a Crip, a Blood, a couple exotic cars here
And these extra long clips like Lamar's here, Nip
[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle, The Game & Both]
Feel like I sold my f*cking soul
To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s
Chuck, feel like I sold my f*cking soul
To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s
Cedar, 6-0, wife beater, wrist froze
Platinum Jesus piece, n*gga, mine all gold
Nip, feel like I sold my f*cking soul
To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s

[Chorus: The Game, Nipsey Hussle & Both]
Feel like I sold my f*cking soul
To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s
Nip, feel like I sold my f*cking soul
To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s
Cedar, 6-0, wife beater, wrist froze
Platinum Jesus piece, n*gga, mine all gold
Chuck, feel like I sold my f*cking soul
To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s