[Intro: Kokane]
(This is a DJ Skee exclusive)
Oh, yeah, oh
[Chorus: Kokane]
Now it's a possibility, that I can come from nothing to having it all
Now it's a possibility, that I ain't gonna have it all and fall
But I stand tall
I've been down for so long, you really want a chance, so
I done paid my dues, my dues, my dues
I got to go, up to the top
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Wassup, Loc? Shit, I'm just out here tryna make it
Moms keep trippin' and a nigga can't take it
Sick of standing on these same corners, tryna come up
Finna run up in the bank, hold my motherfuckin' gun up
Life, got a nigga so frustrated
All my real niggas is dead or incarcerated
Finna fill a nigga with lead
Show 'em what they made me
Give 'em what they gave me back
Feel my hatred
Click-clack-pop, was addicted to the six shot
Fiennin' for a fix like a smoker on the Vic' block
Hoppin' out, getting high when the shit pop
Leaving bullet holes in the bricks in front of Big Lots
When I was broke, I hustled
Learned the game and I bubbled
Took my birthday money on Brynhurst and made it double
Snitches on the block always call the cops on us
Knowing damn well, we got rocks on us, holler at us
(This is a DJ Skee exclusive)
Oh, yeah, oh
[Chorus: Kokane]
Now it's a possibility, that I can come from nothing to having it all
Now it's a possibility, that I ain't gonna have it all and fall
But I stand tall
I've been down for so long, you really want a chance, so
I done paid my dues, my dues, my dues
I got to go, up to the top
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Wassup, Loc? Shit, I'm just out here tryna make it
Moms keep trippin' and a nigga can't take it
Sick of standing on these same corners, tryna come up
Finna run up in the bank, hold my motherfuckin' gun up
Life, got a nigga so frustrated
All my real niggas is dead or incarcerated
Finna fill a nigga with lead
Show 'em what they made me
Give 'em what they gave me back
Feel my hatred
Click-clack-pop, was addicted to the six shot
Fiennin' for a fix like a smoker on the Vic' block
Hoppin' out, getting high when the shit pop
Leaving bullet holes in the bricks in front of Big Lots
When I was broke, I hustled
Learned the game and I bubbled
Took my birthday money on Brynhurst and made it double
Snitches on the block always call the cops on us
Knowing damn well, we got rocks on us, holler at us
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