Dubb - Don't Take Days Off lyrics

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] Yea all this stress on my brain right Poker face, I'm in the game right Need a week to think, maybe 8 nights. Some promethazine and a str8 flight Let me cut off my phone, let me get in my zone Let me center myself just leave a n***a alone I be back in a few, got some rapping to do. Got some stacking still runnin', got some lapping to do All, jokes to the side, n***a know that they ain't f**ing with the flow I provide Y'all, notice how I started now the flow has evolved And me Ralo Styles like Wade and Lebron And it's all money in and your bros is in charge Hoes will ménage for those rose carte blanche In them out of town suites cuz they know we the ones Equity n***a, What I've chosen, of course No 360's, clothing and tour When I do drop Ima blow past n***as And I toe tag n***as like I told ‘em before Got flow, got who*es Got dough, get more f** mine, get yours And the show just started, n***a hold your applause Tryna get to my spot Look, you gotta go up floors I put the 6 on stock, I was runnin' through tires like chicks on tour And if I'm at the game, you can bet your bottom dollar that I sit on floor And if I'm at the fight, you can bet your bottom dollar sweat hit my who*e [Hook: Dubb] Won't take no loss, won't take days off We go so hard, until we fall Won't take no loss, won't take days off We go so hard, until we fall. A n***a used to dream, my reality a dream now n***a used to dream, my reality a dream now I'm livin' out my dreams now Livin' out my dreams now, now, now [Verse 2: Dubb] Sitting in the trap like damn tryin' to turn Couple grams to a couple hundred grand I grew up in a town they don't make it out of If you black you don't live to see a man You seen 21, you done won the lottery Talking friends, well the streets they took a lot from me, I washed up from a robbery Now your name 4657239B state property Damn, you had a dream, now you livin' out a nightmare You almost made it little n***a, you was right there Now your release date is in another light-year Yea, and it's quite clear All you needed was a little bit of guidance In your household it was just silence You was your own mother and your father. How the hell you supposed to know what to do when nobody showed you the ropes All they showed you was pistols and dope Gang flags in the land with no hope where every fitted hat mean a different hood. Make it out and they still want you in the hood your own homies don't want you livin' good n***as for they self, get it understood It's just a playground, full of mood swings die for the color of your shoe strings Wish I had a different way to view things You either had a rap book or had a hoop dream From El Segundo to Slauson Me and Nip, some young bosses Never takin' no losses Check the garments n***a life's marvelous [Hook: Dubb]