Nipsey Hussle - Young n***a lyrics

[Intro] Strippers in the club and my cups half empty Ride with my n***as cause my n***as understand me Still on Plan A, p**y n***as on Plan B Young rich n***a, young rich n***a Right now, motherf**er let’s go [Verse] What can make a n***a wanna go and get it? Said he want a Beamer with the subs in it Said he grew up in a house and it was love missing Said he grew up in the set, he keep his guns with him Young n***a, young n***a Young n***a, just young n***a And he don’t need a reason, he a young n***a And you don’t want your daughter and your sons with him Young n***a, young n***a Young n***a, just young n***a Probably never understand us Til he pull in Phantom When he pull up in a Phantom He gon’ have that sh** blasting Like young n***a, just young n***a Young n***a, just young n***a What they call you where you from, n***a? In my city, that was question number one, n***a Looking at the legend I become, n***a I can’t help, but feeling like I’m the one, n***a Remember I was on the run, n***a Well, yeah, before you had a son, n***a Open up your doors and kept it one, n***a Held a n***a down and that was love, n***a Nobody want to stand in front a judge, n***a Make you think of better days like when you was winning Standing on the couches in the club with us But then I lock my shot, I had to run with it Out the gate, lost count, many days in the studio, we slave, but this sh** we gotta save Staring in the space that you fishing for a phrase Uninspired and your mind, still it’s a paper chase First you over dedicate, then you notice that you great And you been the whole time, then it slap you in the face Then you stack it in your safe, got it cracking, it was fate You the definition, n***a, laughing to the bank I’m a master of my faith, plus I’m the type of n***a own the masters to my tape I’m in Nevada for the day, I just caught a flight from Philly, we just sold out TLA Fresh up off of stage on my way to be a [?] AMB, we L.A, tryna eat, we the way Young Nips, he the great, never talk Had a drink, I just lead to the lake It’s eighty-something degrees in L.A f** it, time to put some jetskis on L.A I got a team in my bank, I don’t even need an I.D at my bank This used to be a dream we would chase I know J. Stone and Copy Supreme could relate I know the whole team could relate I know [?], Makenzi, [?] could relate [?] Nelson, [?] on the Marathon Balling since my brother used to hustle out the Vons Couple hundred thousand up, he took a shovel to the lawn No exaggeration for the content of my songs When he went to dig it up, sh**, a hundred something gone Molded, you can ask moms Had to plug in blow dryers for the ones we could wash Salvaged the little bit Young rich n***a sh**, pressure on your shoulder How you gon’ deal with it? Say it’s all uncomfortable when you transition, but it’s all beautiful when you get rich in it When you start k**ing sh** and they all witness Money roll faster than n***as could spend the sh** Open more businesses with you and your n***as that watching your vision and being more generate Like a Ford dealership, we up in Forbes Watching and they wishing that it wasn’t yours I forgive you, I remember I was poor Plus I ain’t in the way of what you reaching for Gotta play the game, you gotta read the score See, I’ma do the same and pop the clutch of four Told me if I want it, gotta hustle for it Only difference now, the money more mature [Outro: Diddy] Young n***a, young n***a Young n***a, young n***a Get your money, young n***a Get your money, young n***a Young n***a, young n***a Young n***a, young n***a Get the money, young n***a Young n***a, young n***a Get the money, young n***a Get the money, young n***a Get the money, young n***a Keep God first though