Nipsey Hussle | Funk Flex | #Freestyle089 lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[Verse 1]
Bullets got blue tips like they crippin', n*gga
Everything got 30 in it and I'm trippin', n*gga
Refrigerated cup holders when I'm sippin', n*gga
f*ck work, sell words, it was written, n*gga
See the Staples Center from my kitchen, n*gga
On the phone with Forbes, askin' how I did it, n*gga
Snatched ol' girl, it's official, n*gga
Always been a man on a mission, n*gga
Yeah, expect a movie, take the top off
'Bout to crossover like hotsauce
On this gutter sh*t, I never hopped off
Most calculated move by far
Always with a model in a fly car
Yeah thirty thousand for the pythons
Rockin' knee highs, sippin' white wine
Listenin' to In My Lifetime in the night time
Lookin' at the city skyline gettin' sky high
Took the little b*tch to Popeye's, she was top five
Excitement that she get from pop life could never top mine
Once you get the hustle locked down, you can stockpile
Level up another notch now, like a block now
Every time I take the top down she arch her eyebrows
Turnin' up the music high now, she feel alive now
Love me like we from a small town, let's make a mall round
You splurge, I splurge, ball later and we ball now
Yeah, look, nothin' can save us and we realized it
Yeah, nothin' can save us and we realized it
Yeah, nothin' can save us and we realized it
Look, look, look, look
Middle of the night, kitchen lights is on
Roll me up a back then I light my stove
She told me stay calm when the crisis on
Said I die alone, I said [?]
[?] who speak in hyperbole
Translation, get the money, never wife a ho
Clip is full already, where these s- should go?
Shoulder full already, where these stripes should go?
These police got opinions how my life should go
I'm screamin' f*ck 'em, make 'em suck a di*k and die tonight, you know
Bullets rain on them cut the life support
My section ride for sport every night of course
n*ggas dying every day, that's the price of war
Gang members spendin' thousands at the nicest stores
I levitate on 5-star luxury
Every time I ride sh*t come for me
Look, grind, I'm stuck in this grind
Stuck in this grind I'm stuck in this grind
Look me in my eyes, call me on my lies
Stuck in this grind, Look
Nothin' can save us and we realized it
We knew the outcome and we still tried it
That south central state of mind I'm in the field logic
To be a real rider, you took this sh*t to the extreme and you ain't feel honest
Now this blood is on your hands, you hope these bills wash it
Sinkin' deeper in regret and that's the real faucet
See everybody go for self, that was the real Slauson
But do this, win, lose or draw, that was a real promise
'Til death do us, what's most important was rep to us
Set schoolers to love a lie and respect shooters
Reflect to it, this year I'm droppin' my best music
Hope you n*ggas get rich and then reinvest to it
I wish you n*ggas successes minus the stress to it
A lot of stages, lot of losses and regrets to it
The game of life, you ain't the type that would accept losin'
Whatever's left to it, flying in a jet to it
Yeah, stuck in this grind
Yeah, stuck in this grind, I'm stuck in this grind
Look me in my eyes, call me on my lies
Stuck in this grind, yeah
[Verse 2]
Look, look, look, look
Money power and respect for the chosen few
Came through on low pros now they notice you
19, f*ck rap, I'm the local troupe
Me and Hump had the alpinas, we the only two
Promote the gang, live and die for my rollie, chain
Rich, gang banger music, I know my lane
Curb servin' off the corner, was a protégé
I pop the trunk and I manifested my mogul ways
Do you know the pain
Brodie in the state, I'm on the block, quarter ounce of cane
Life cycles in circles that bubble into rage
Turning self-destruction behavior, somebody light some sage
Yeah, stuck getting his grind, I'm stuck in this grind
Stuck in this grind, I'm stuck in this grind
Look me in my eyes, call me on my lies
Yeah, yeah, stuck in this grind, yeah
Cash out continuous
Mogul in the makin', autonomous black businesses
Broken culture that we all lost n*ggas in
Elevated innovation over ignorance
I represent it, Suburban tinted, five or less percentage
Closed crime but the mac-11 muzzle vintage
Go flourish, double back and come and get your n*ggas
Pass the power to your people, it ain't nothin' realer
Faced with this decision, it's a funny feelin'
Knowing when you tell the truth they gon' come and kill you
Knowing people need some proof, went and got the millions
Stressed a young n*gga out but I'm so resilient
These champagne Honda Civics, they was takin' pictures
Young n*ggas front the buildings tryin' to make a livin'
Always figured they was jealous 'cause we made it quicker
And never asked for no favors, n*gga
Look, hey, stuck in this grind, I'm stuck in this grind
Stuck in this grind, I'm stuck in this grind
Look me in my eyes, call me on my lies
Stuck in this grind, I'm stuck in this grind
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