Nipsey Hussle - Judas' Closet lyrics

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle] Ay They say be careful what you wish for You might f** around and get that sh** [Hook: Game & Nipsey Hussle] Feel like I sold my f**ing soul to the devil for these palm trees and these 64's Feel like I sold my f**ing soul to the devil for these palm trees and these 64's Cedar, six O, wife beater, wrist froze Platinum Jesus piece, n***a mind all gold Feel like I sold my f**ing soul to the devil for these palm trees and these 64's [Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] When you come from depression, tend to lust for possessions Gotta make an impression, but you can't wait for your blessing Model b**hes strip naked, while I sip on this Texas I'm pushing this German, Jesus piece on my necklace These n***as gon' test you, and these b**hes is reckless And that money go fast, I hope you paying your taxes All the questions they asking, all the cameras thats flashing All the stress that come with it, it's like you hustling backwards If you ain't breaking the bank, so we go hard everyday In the sacrificial lamb, it's just the part that you play And you the first one in your fam' to have the heart to get paid Had the smarts to switch lanes, had the guts to be brave Now, and now you a star on the stage But once they cut on them lights, no turning them off, that's part of the game Wow, people caught up in your fame And never will it be the same, this sh** is expensive The price that we pay, that's why I [Hook] [Verse 2: Game] Clip tosses, since n***as is brick flossing Now the bloods with Slauson, so n***as go get coffins Compton like the NFL, n***as get hit often Hairy bud I green, make n***as forget Boston Red bone b**h, she high on blue dolphins Head game sick, she bi and switch often It's kush b**h, quit coughing My six, got streets talking Timbo' this sh** scorching, got bloods and crips walking It's Nip', so get up off him We like Biggie and Jigga mane' The Nickerson's is Marcy, Bed-Stuy and Slauson My flow something like Nasir, I should put a pause here Run and tell n***as the gods here This Califonia kush got me in God's ear We got them ace of spades, but ain't no cards here Just a crip, a blood, a couple exotic cars here And these extra long Clips, like Lamar's here [Hook] [Outro: Hook]