[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
I limo tint the coupe ain’t no clarity in my whip
That Rollie bezzel dazzle, that's clarity on my wrist
That .40 get to dancin', I carry it on my hip
I ain't gon' feel no pressure, don't care how these niggas feel
I ain't gon' keep stressin' on problems, I'm doin' drugs
You can't see it how I see it, you can't keep up
All my enemies defeated, we run it up
All my money go away when I count it up

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Used to kiss my granny, make my mornin' swerves
Foggy window in my Cutlass was my learning curve
Keep a couple pistols in my furniture
Every time they serve my set, we came to service yours
Tell you somethin' bout my city in case you never heard
All these gangs in competition, who gon' murder more?
We never wave no white flag in this urban war
Head shots so you murder stars
Check out my perfect form
Straight out the eye of this perfect storm
I did mine with a perfect score
Don't waste time we just work some more
Rolls Royce raps and my tone is Forbes
I'ma take it overboard
Goyard by my .44
Go hard cause this world is yours
I'ma pay that fee
Smoked out with E-40 on
Bossed up like a Corleone
In these Maybach seats
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