Nipsey Hussle - Go Long (Chop Not Slop Remix) lyrics

If you ain't a real n***a get the f** away from me, in other words go long (b**h n***a go long) Cause you don't want me to put my, I said you don't want me to put my slap hand on your throne b**h n***a go long, get gone If you ain't a real n***a go long Look I'm forever the flyest, my revenue rise My hustle prescribed, don't take no consignment My rival is s**, got a selection of kicks and it's not your day if I'm selecting your b**h I got a watch on my wrist, it's made by the Swiss, worn by the rich Got that sh** you can sniff Got not time to play grounds, way too much of a mess I'm talking dollars and cents, making dollars and cents I made an honest attempt, take my dollars and split Amongst a politic crips, I'm talking violence and sh** Without no sign it exists I made my mind, this is it I weighed the risk and the reward and put the grind to this sh** And now the money, the power, I'm entitled to this And all the hating and debating, that's the cowardice sh** Claiming frog, you ain't believe til I rock this sh** So hate n***as go long, you can die where you sit, uh Who your OG is cause? His name DJ Screw Nowadays that's my n***a DJ Errick, if it ain't him I see like, "DJ who?" And I got a b**h looking so fast, every time I do it people be mad, they want a replay fool I ain't even in the bill, still raise your hand Cannon I still free up the freeway who Yeah I'm f**in with my n***a Nipsey, we f**ed up way past a little tipsy God damnit that's the second goddamn pen to this week I'm waiting on triple a to come and get me Get bent on a daily basis So let's time it woop And if am I'm rolling with the fifty Ain't talking bout a pistol either b**h, millimeters b**h And if you ain't behind it then you don't wanna see this sh** Put your gla**es on Yeah, officer I had it but I pa**ed it on I'm in and out the airport, no cashing for White b**h, big tits, no a** at all, just a bag to roll I gotta keep it on the low If a b**h n***a see it he gon raise up his hands and tell it But all the real n***as see it, then they ain't seen sh** Bet I can check a hundred thousand by breakfast It's the same old dublin, still the same hustling Still going up, I ain't never going down I do this rap sh** just to rep for my town Got a crib out in Cali and the hill blowing pound Minding my business, me and my b**hes, roll so low whenever I go get it It be your best friend tell you pant smith put money in his pocket and still turn witness My surface smile, I don't f** with y'all You say you went a trial, I heard you told it all Asking me for work, b**h n***a hell no You fire k one I don seen your file You n***as fake, you n***as snakes When you see my face don't touch your brakes I ain't tryin to end up in that place Get the f** on, go long, that'a way