[Intro:]
No punch, I just mean we working hard
(Maybach Music)
[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, night time with my Locs on
600 Hundered Benz with them fo's on
Been through everything but I rode
And I never quit or take no loss
And I'm proud of that
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Back to the wall I was so stoned
Self-made n***a I was solo
Hot up in the kitchen, I was so stove
A n***a couldn't tell me nothing, I was so broke
I had AR's fo' fo's, Alpina's on low pros
Brought K's wid us and got faze n***a
And I used to get good grades n***a!
Momma paid the bills but could'ntsave n***a
So we could'ntask for no J's n***a
See, that's the type of sh** change n***as
Now from the street, you couldn't save n***as
Only difference was we wasn't playin with' it
Was'nt in it for the hoes or the fame n***a
Swear to God I could'nt buy a bag of Lays n***a
And I'd rather be a sinner than ashamed, n***a
So like that
I rationalize it in my brain, n***a
Even if I was a victim to the game
It was better than living life as a slave n***a
Be right back! Had to turn myself into a paid n***a
I did dirt cause I was common at the grave n***a to go straight and re-examine my ways
That was the concept and now they're telling me I'm next
But please my n***a, please my n***a, don't take this out of context
All the nights I dealt with my stress
All the triple bunks where I slept
All the busted knuckles all the smoking guns
And all the sh** I did for my set!
All my n***as is gone, they got stretched
But now your n***a is on, so don't fret
It's a marathon to success, so all my n***as that's home we run' laps
I got a flight tomorrow I'm gonna catch
I got a presidential Rolex
I have my mind made up, I got my grind game up
Now I'm thanking Lord, I'm so blessed.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
My life'a marathon
If I die today, will you rep tomorrow or will this fade away?
Black diamonds all on my chain, violence come with this fame
I'm ridin dirty my cup leanin' Pimp C inspired my paint!
I got enemies on my mind
Expiration dates on their lives
Try to keep your head above water
They wanna see a n***a capsize
Can a n***a live?
I'm bumpin' Pac, I'm blowin' B.I.G
I'm strapped down, Colin Powell
I hold it down with these forty rounds
My window's up, my top down
I'm stacking money, I'm out of town
You're acting funny, you're a p**y n***a
Talk behind my back but try to dap me now
Not my type of n***a, I'm so certified
When them n***as scheming, take them for the murder ride
It's not who start the strongest but who money the longest or who shooting the longest
A headshot is a bonus!
Maybach Music
[Chorus]