Nipsey Hussle - Outro lyrics

[Verse 1] I can feel the excitement like I can sense an indictment Swear I hope that I'm wrong but just in case I'm on my tip Forever on some fly sh** however illogic Spend a regular n***a monthly income on my outfit See I was in front of they house with rocks inside of my mouth When jealous n***as that hate me had they feet up on the couch And then we made it out And now we standin' here Hope n***as don't think this type of sh** going to magically appear And so I got some news for ya They say life's a b**h and she'll sang the blues to ya Pay attention to Hussle I got the rules for ya Made my way through the maze and I left some clues for ya Now its up to you are you going Take heed and get paid And scream all money in until your dying day Say f** the middle man get on your grind and save Or are you more the type that have your mind enslaved They tellin' me they believe and I got style for days And when I drop an album they'll be proud to pay Still out here on this mission and I'm miles away Somehow I feel like recently I found my way (yeah) And ain't no feelings that can rival those And you can pop a molly you can sniff a pile of coke You could make a hundred million f** a thousand hoes But when its all over all that counts is how the story's told So write my name down write my aim down To do this my way and carve my own lane out sh** changed they say I don't act the same now But it was either that or blow my f**ing brains out n***as dissin' me got me tempted to change routes Pressure building up gotta let this pain out Gotta think smart gotta map my plays out Before I k** these n***as broad day and yell my gang out (my gang out) And I stay in this game and get my change out Figured how to deal with it and see what fame's 'bout I got the secret to success do your thang now Or you can keep watching cable on the same couch Whatever n***as reap they sowing Me I'll be out in Vegas smokin' Stupid view city lights glowing Wine tasting, filet mignon, and knows who grows it So many people call only a few chosen And that's why I go hard cause I do notice She tells me that I am wrong for not using emotion Too busy to love a broad and I can't lose focus But maybe in a different life Maybe when we make it well meet at the finish line Maybe this is fate maybe god will send a sign But more than likely he'll say n***a grind Yeah, so here I go on my second wind I'm checking sh** off my bucket list and it's getting thin Run out of sh** to buy in places you ain't never been And what you'll value most is a honest friend Calls from the bank there's more deposits in Seven days a week I be at my offices Keys to the city n***a I'm the hottest even if the OG's don't acknowledge it Gone...