The life of a hustler ain't everything it seems We sacrifice sleep So our realities could be better than our dreams I know...(word) Some in the hood make you heartless But then I learn Only love can drive out hate And only light can draw out darkness (My Brother Dizz Made This) (Dizz yo) Rest In Peace to the fallen I hear you young brother You balling (Okay) But are you following your Mothaf**ing calling (Yeah) Can we have church in here this Friday (church) I said can we have church in here this Friday To many gone to soon I said this sh** on Glock Away Bullets Took big and pac away Bodies dropping a block away Feeling like the modern day Marvin Gaye cause I gotta Say what's going First let me say condolences Slauson's way R.I.P Nipsey R.I.P King Lou (yeah) The fact that you're gone don't even seem true d**h's like a vandal destroying sh** like a scandal I'm tired of lighting candles for brothers who look like me and you The culture just lost a soldier the whole city hurt In loving memory of stitched on the back of a dickie shirt d**h is like a b**h in a mini skirt look how quick we flirt End up in the dirt, what did we learn form seeing biggie's hearse Pac taught me to have hope as a poet thug That's why my message Is more than just tryna Score d** When the world's on my shoulders I see Your's shrug Only thing we need more of is More love Yeah... I see a petition To give Nipsey Hussle his own street (do it) I know you like that intersection Crenshaw and Slauson I like Long Beach boulevard too, but if they can give him his flowers before he gone and they gave Snoop Dogg his own street I ride down that mothaf**er and let my kid see something different you know Only thing we need more of is more love Ugh, I said this sh** on pain away Rappers lying about gangsta sh** while I'm crying in hankerchief Homies dying and laying stiff Hope you flying where angles is Horrifying the sadist sh** homicide in a LA just get normalize These ain't normal eyes I see the realist sh** I could see we not completely innocent I could see the hidden hand I could see police planning a snitches hit My pupils are pupils that study the loopholes So I could study some different sh** Beefing now the streets are light Demons doing evil sh** Evil like getting a preacher clipped Ever since the beeper clip heaters rip when your people slip Eyes tired of crying it's time that I make the speakers drip Hustler like 40 but now I just wanna be legit Foreign cars made me a slave Now I don't need a whip Real sh** My house got 7 rooms and 4 tubs Only thing I need more of is more love Yeah, I need more love know what I'm saying You need more love Life ain't promised, life's too shot We can't predict the time left But I know one thing, we'll never go uphill With a downhill mindset You feel me Lost angles, Los Angeles city's trouble Let's immortalize Nipsey Hussle Let's remember what he symbolized Overcoming any struggle Black economics buy the block till the Millies double Yeah I hear you N.O.R.E that's some real sh** Rappers come back to the community Just to see a lack of unity But you and me gotta Keep our families fed And keep going harder like David Banisset