Onetake Freestyle Pt. 2 lyrics

[Verse: Nipsey Hussle]
Ay, my n*gga
I came too far, I can't let my plans change
I’m going broke on dope to get my flip my last chain
To pop the tops off the bubbly on the yacht
Sippin' Rose and Cliquot, I do it with my people
Them same n*ggas guaped out count cash with me
Plus them same n*ggas that hopped out quick to blast with me
And stood by my side when they tried to blast n*ggas
And never ran, never scared like a man shouldn't
Recollectin’ my reflection on a smoker bike
Late night, n*gga dropped death in a smoker pipe
He disappeared like thick fog into the open night
And doubled back with more crack and got some smoker's light
Now double that, that's more black with no hope in life
Can't run from that 'cause that's a fact and you know it's right
I wish my n*ggas could wake up and focus right
And I don't give a f*ck about the type of music Oprah like
I ain’t no street n*gga, I’m the street, n*gga
Slauson muthaf*ckin' Ave, every word I speak, n*gga
And if I’m lying, God strike me in the booth
Got my record label logo on the side of my shoe
Slauson Boy beaters, n*gga, and they Crippin' blue
And your b*tch on my di*k, so make sure you buy two
Try who? Not Hussle, don't f*ck with him
Skinny n*gga, no muscle, so I buck n*ggas
Silly n*gga, no hustle, no bucks
While my 'Lac be the bank like a f*ckin’ Brinks truck, n*gga
And it ain't nothin' that you haters never seen
Picture everything that you haters wanna be
I'm young, I'm fresh, and feelin' myself
I'm gettin' money on the books, no more concealing my wealth, man
I sleep at night, there's no feeling like it
Cop the iPhone, man, I'm sh*ttin' on your Sidekick
745 floatin' with a fly b*tch
La Costra Nostra, n*gga, this is my sh*t
A Slauson baby, 1-9-85 sh*t
Fourteen-five a bird on some pie sh*t
Walkin' out the Fox Hills on some fly sh*t
I'm just living life on some "limit is the sky" sh*t
I'm on some "Ribbon in the Sky" sh*t
Classic music, you could view it
Few dispute it, 'cause these n*ggas know I really do it
I shoot up your spot, make you n*ggas move units
I grew up to Pac, who was bangin' in his music
People tryna blame that for the gang related shootings
But save that, this is everyday movement
Can't bring tool the school then the students stay truant
Yep, and them streets gotta school you
No curriculum, they teach a n*gga, get your gun
You met your enemies but you ain't checked your biggest one
Look, with no curriculum, they teach a n*gga, get your gun
You met your enemies but you ain't checked your biggest one, n*gga
[Chorus: Goldie]
We've come too far
We can't be stopped, we're taking over
(We're taking over)
We've come too far to fall back now
We've come too far
We can't be stopped, we're taking over
(We're taking over)
We've come too far to fall back now

[Outro: Goldie]
Come from the bottom, sometimes they gon' hate
Try to take your breath from the back, smile up in your face
Some of these bad as bottoms, just I'm pregnant by the game
These fake ass haters at my show screamin' my name
It's so lonely at the top, people don't understand
It's your time, so feel me, 'cause this is who I am
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