(Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle)
Look
Blue cup, black gun
Paid dues, that's done
Favors from me, can't ask none
Black-eyed the game and got passed on
Me, I kept this sh*t super solid
Came up, and n*gga you acknowledge
See me in my coupe, I got stupid dollars
I'm a dropout but now I speak at colleges
Ironic, I'm honest
I get paid to speak my mind, and it's crazy to me
Just pay me fooly, if I wrote a script it'd be a crazy movie
About my life, about rolling dice, about taking risks
You gotta know the price
You gotta know yourself on the coldest nights
Can't turn it down, you gotta own the fight
Win, lose, or draw, you could ball
You could've kept it real, but n*gga, you's a fraud
Before you get the sh*t, you gotta lose it all
And then you find yourself and see that you's a God
And that's real sh*t, thousand hundred dollar bill sh*t
Front hood to the hills sh*t
Like how the f*ck did we build this
Real sh*t, look
Blue cup, black gun
Paid dues, that's done
Favors from me, can't ask none
Came in the game then I passed up
I can't stop, won't stop
I'm the type to get more guap
You the type to fo sho flop
I'm from Brynhurst and them dope spots
(Chorus)
It's hard but it's fast, and these haters don't care
When they see you they stop and stare
Sittin' on them thing with them blow'd out rings
Smoking kush and switchin lanes
See the only thing I think about is when I see my money (?) See we won't stop until we reach the top
And we gonna be there for awhile
(Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle)
Hey, check it out, look
I'm still runnin' laps, takin' fades, still run it back
Talkin' guns, I got a hundred straps
And I be in your bush if you f*ck with' fats, that's a fact
I don't f*ck with' rats
This boss life, I got a lust for that
Pullin' up at Sak's, blow a hundred sacks in my V12
I don't f*ckin' slack, not at all
I gotta ball, they shot my dog
Rest in peace, my n*gga, Frog
Life is short, n*gga, then it's gone
But in the mean time we tryna get it all
You should get involved, I'm really raw
Before this rap sh*t, I really balled
Alpina's, n*gga, on white Lincoln's, n*gga
Black beamers, n*gga, they can't see us, n*gga, naw
Sometimes I get so offended by it
Don't compare me to none of these f*ckin' liars
I'm f*ckin' flyer, I'm f*ckin' realer
Play with' me, I'll be a f*ckin' killer
Seven takes with' no f*ckin' filler
Now victory laps my f*ckin' thriller
If you broke, I ain't f*ckin' with' you
Unless you went broke while you was f*ckin' with' me
Then you bounce back cause it's nothing really
We gone do it big 'til they f*ckin' kill me
(Chorus)
It's hard but it's fast, and these haters don't care
When they see you they stop and stare
Sittin' on them thing with them blow'd out rings
Smoking kush and switchin lanes
See the only thing I think about is when I see my money (?) See we won't stop until we reach the top
And we gonna be there for awhile