Nipsey Hussle - Smoking With My Stylist lyrics

Initials on my wallets, smoking with my stylist Custom german plates on all my cars cause b**h I'm balling All in burning crosses, which royalty regardless Honestly I'm honored just to represent the progress Destined as I sing to you, I know what I may tell you Martin Luther King Jr., hustle, let me dream through you When I told my scheme to em, told me that I seem stupid Empty engines need fuelling, yeah that was like my theme music Now I keep them links Cuban, money talks, I speak fluent Everybody buying Rollies, you can ask my team's j**eller Life is but a dream to us, life is why they need music Got it wrapped around the corner, looking like supreme through it Cause when you cook it right, the fiends use it Come take a look at life how we view it You gotta start off in a cheap Buick Then book a flight and see to it That's first cla**, my first pa** It's big sh** n***a like when birds pa** 7 grams, I got to a bird fast And Brian Herb stacks start busting on my church pa** DOA, you gonn be ok, That's what my granny used to say but I ain't see a way Sitting in the county jail I pray I see today Most successful n***a – got an ‘S' upon his face f** the world, f** the world They hate a young n***a that could f** your girl They hate a real n***a when he touch a mill Hate you if you fake, but hate you more if you real.