June Summers - 6 Inch Heels lyrics

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle] No Punches [Verse 1] Bounce back off every loss like a real n***a Handle business like a man, I'll make a deal with you Loyalty for loyalty, I keep it real with you You go to war, then I'm gonna k** with you Married to the streets, ask me why I'm still with her Ask a don this obvious, I'm a field n***a Around the corner it's a dozen n***as still tripping They'll still k** you if you still slipping Look, I put curtains on my rear wind shield My b**h bad but my wrist on chill My b**h bad, man, that b**h got sk**s She 5'11 rocking 6 inch heels She my Excedrin in this sick a** world She probably make a stray b**h toes curl She used to being rich n***a, retail But money's my only fetish with my rich a** self Hussle, I know y'all hating but I wish y'all well I'm eating steak, cracking crip leg shells I'm getting cake, let the champagne spill It's either participate, or your b**h a** fail, n***a [Hook: June Summers] I'm looking at the world through rose colored gla**es I could chase this dream but no I had to catch it I been 10 toes down, I'm out chea, looking back that's how I got here ‘Cause even when I slept in the gutter, I was still at the start [Verse 2] Young n***as f**ing b**hes, getting dope money 745, gold chain, rope money Was every man for himself when you was broke bumy You make it happen, n***as acting like you owe something My n***a, I just wanna let you know something The clock ticking, you gotta get it and devote something The transition and legitimize the flow of it It's just a given that these folks coming Look, I knew some n***as that was k**ers and these hoes loved them Was getting money till some other k**ers told on them The whole city, and they business they was known for A string of bank robberies, was beasting for a whole summer It ain't no hall of fame, it's over and they don't love you Ain't no arenas hanging jerseys with your old numbers You gotta get what you can get and make the most of it You beat the odds then you grow from it, look [Hook] [Verse 3] Let's get it straight, these n***as fake It's Nothing though, we getting cake My mornings early, my nights is late It's all dollar signs in on my license plate Y'all n***as struggling, my life is great You freestyling your life, I write my fate I play to win ‘cause life's a game Put your all in this music and your life will change It's what I told myself, that's what I showed myself It's a cold and lonely road, you gotta go for self I meditated ‘cause I knew I had to know myself Said 600 Benz, is what I owe myself Worldwide recognition, now my flow is known In and out the States, pay me just to show my face Bottle after bottle, empty out the case Hip hop, empty out the safe [Hook]