Everythang lyrics

by

DOM KENNEDY


[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you
Without a dope rhyme to step to
When you on your grind it’s stressful
When it come to mine I’m special
I got a 7-series beamer and my windows bulletproof
So them shells is bouncing back if you should ever try and shoot
Bentley on my arm, a Mercedes on my neck
Maserati on my charm, hopping off a private jet
I got a car with a driver, yellow bone rider
My city on my back but I wasn’t raised in Prada
Got a phone full of numbers that I never seem to call
Catch them b*tches at the show and they be throwing me their draws
Flow sick, no sanitise
Murdered rap records, no alibies
Live from the front line, battle cries
f*ck talking about a dream, let’s strategize

[Chorus]
Let’s talk about us, let’s talk about him, let’s talk about the losses, let’s talk about the wins (x2)
Let’s talk about everythang (x4)
Let’s talk about us

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Big money that’s the motivation
A lot of flights and hotels, no vacation
I told my teacher I was going places
Can’t stamp my passport, cos there’s no more spaces
I gave myself an ultimatum, get rich or get sent to the police station
Every time they came I was so evasive, sh*t I’m sorry my success don’t fit your equation
Streets love me hoes too cos I flow amazing ,up the ladder to success like I know a mason
Look its mind on my money, yeah, the doe is ageing
Im with a model watching kobe front row at Staples
Damn a n*gga fly, the logo on my belt match the shades on my eyes
Something like a legend in the city I reside, cos I gave it to 'em straight no lies
[Chorus]
Let’s talk about us, let’s talk about him, let’s talk about the losses, let’s talk about the wins (x2)
Let’s talk about everythang (x4)
Let’s talk about us

[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
Unless you talk money if you call or I won't pick up my phone
Can’t you tell I’m in my zone, for my city putting on
I’m a rider from the set, I know how to dress
Got the choppers on deck still I’m flyer than the rest
All I drink is champagne, respected by my gang
You know what I mean n*gga, you know what I mean
Don’t get this auto-tune twisted
Cos I still merk me a n*gga, straight up
And now I’m on my way up
Used to shoot pounds out of town, lay ups
She told me she was from Decatur but I met her in Miami
From a man I had to take her like
Talk to me and I talk back
And if you text me ima call back
She say you think that you’re all that
Yeah I do, I do, I do
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