AK-47 lyrics

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Uh, lights low
But I stay high
Yeah, look, look, look

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
It's ten racks on my neck and twenty more on my brodie sh*t
I'm self-made, ain't no n*gga ever throw me sh*t
Beside my enemies, I'm watchin' who I'm rollin' wit'
Got 40 on me like a f*ckin' Motorola clip
sh*t, I feel like a million when I'm four-wheelin'
A 745 parked in front of your buildin'
Designer jeans, Gucci locs and my gold killin'
I got a kilo on my neck, I'm a go-getter
See, what you lookin' at now, that's my old vision
Chess move my next move to get more business
Climbin', I be on my tip 'til toes give in
I'ma always shine, I'll never let my glow blemish
I hear 'em talkin' but f*ck what them n*ggas say
'Cause real n*ggas know a real n*gga demonstrate
And real n*ggas know it's real 'cause I illustrate
The feelin' of a young hood n*gga when he gettin' cake
Hussle

[Scratched Chorus]
"The feelin' of a young hood n*gga...gettin' cake"
("One muthaf*cka from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' n*ggas if they f*ck around
One muthaf*cka...buckin' n*ggas if they f*ck around")
[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
I came up wearin' the same stuff
Who ever thought I'd push the Rolls, Lexus, and Range truck
Shine hard 'til the rain come
And when my mama died, sh*t left my brain numb (f*cked up)
A young n*gga from the crack to the curb
When this young n*gga's black, sellin' crack's to the birds
Hopped in this music with this rap in his word
If this music sh*t fails then I'm back to the curb
Hustle hard like my n*gga Nip
Whether you a Blood or a Crip n*gga, thug or a pimp
I was raised in the block where the sh*t gets thick
Where you're trained just to hit like a Rott or a Pit
My daddy died so 'Pac was my father figure
An attitude, didn't wanna be bothered, n*gga
And grew up, thug n*ggas was my role models
At the house parties drunk off a whole bottle

[Scratched Chorus]
"The feelin' of a young hood n*gga...gettin' cake"
("One muthaf*cka from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' n*ggas if they f*ck around
One muthaf*cka...buckin' n*ggas if they f*ck around")

[Verse 3: Blanco]
You think I'm playin' when I say I got a fully auto? (Nah)
Money dealin' drugs is my f*ckin' motto (Yeah)
And my b*tch is a model
She don't say sh*t 'cause the b*tch Italiano
And I'm a f*ckin' capo
Yeah, a real desperado
Let's say a half-hour, meet at McDonald's
Bring fifty stacks in all crispy hundos
What, we got a problem?
Even my b*tch be white girl mobbin'
Nah, I'm lyin', she be actin' all lady-like
But you the fag get in free on ladies' night (You b*tch!)
The one get in, I'm crazy, right?
Some sorta wanna be Slim Shady type
I'm a drug addict, with a gun habit
I mean a gun addict, with a drug habit
[Scratched Chorus]
"The feelin' of a young hood n*gga...gettin' cake"
("One muthaf*cka from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' n*ggas if they f*ck around
One muthaf*cka...buckin' n*ggas if they f*ck around")