Rick Ross - Mark My Words lyrics

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle] I'm different [Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] Grind strenuous, cash out continuous Mogul in the making, autonomous black businesses Broken culture that we all lost n***as in Elevated innovation over ignorance I represent it Suburban tinted, fiver that's percentage Closed cur but the Mac-11 muzzle vintage Ghost flourish, double back and come and get your n***as Pa** the power to your people, it ain't nothing realer Facing this decision it's a funny feeling Knowing when you tell the truth they gon' come and k** you Knowing people need some proof, went and got the millions Stressed a young n***a out but I'm so resilient It's champagne, Honda Civics they was taking pictures Young n***as in front the buildings tryna make a living Or I just figured they was jealous cause we made it quicker And never asked for no favors n***a Look real sh** you can mark my words [Hook: Nipsey Hussle] '85 Cutla**, I'll make my swerves These ho n***as tryna take what's yours Take a stand or have to take one first Back him up, but only take one burst With white chalk I'll make 'em paint your curb Rest in peace, have 'em paint your shirt If a n***a's tryna take my worth But you know [Verse 2: Rick Ross] My last white was 20 million So familiar like Tookie Williams, I'm in the building My conversation is cash money I fly private, rarely do I have luggage Riding through the ghetto, where I'm from the kids love me Everyday I'm rocking j**els, I know they wanna touch me Repercussions mandatory when you injure mine Every time I step on the block my dick on the line Burning like a candle in Versace sandals My persona on the camera, that's just how it's handled Put me in coach, I'm going to the paint Ran a couple tour days and took me to the bank Mark my words I know you're broke, I see it in your face Art bezel twin chains I spend it on the vase US Marshals came to cut the gates I'm Double M, I'm known to beat the case [Hook: Nipsey Hussle] Real sh** you can mark my words '85 Cutla**, I'll make my swerves These ho n***as tryna take what's yours Take a stand or have to take one first Back him up, but only take one burst With white chalk I'll make 'em paint your curb Rest in peace, have 'em paint your shirt If a n***a's tryna take my worth But you know [Outro: Rick Ross] My n***a Nipsey from the mud to the marble, what's up my n***a, ugh. It ain't 100 million in the room, sh** I shoot for three, what's up, ugh