[Chorus]
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Listen, look, walkin' up the block in Dickies
To hittin' corners on chrome, pocket full of 20s
Y'all know my style, from hittin' licks and splittin' 50/50
To all expense paid trips 'cause they request for Nipsey
Let's get this bread, nigga
Been on my grind since '99, and like I said, nigga
A broke nigga might as well just be a dead nigga
And when you starvin', you gon' eat whatever's fed to you
Bite the hand that feeds you, you deserve to eat lead, nigga
You pitchin' crumbs to these pigeons, you a breadwinner
All outta bread, they start peckin' at your head, nigga
The loyalty is gone now, so the game different
It's like we can't really ball 'cause we playin' injured
So many undercover niggas in the mix
On top of that, these cameras on these corners taking pictures
My niggas doin' time, I shoot a line and send a flick to
Have money on my mind, now, I, I, I get it
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce 6-4's up and down Crenshaw
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Listen, look, walkin' up the block in Dickies
To hittin' corners on chrome, pocket full of 20s
Y'all know my style, from hittin' licks and splittin' 50/50
To all expense paid trips 'cause they request for Nipsey
Let's get this bread, nigga
Been on my grind since '99, and like I said, nigga
A broke nigga might as well just be a dead nigga
And when you starvin', you gon' eat whatever's fed to you
Bite the hand that feeds you, you deserve to eat lead, nigga
You pitchin' crumbs to these pigeons, you a breadwinner
All outta bread, they start peckin' at your head, nigga
The loyalty is gone now, so the game different
It's like we can't really ball 'cause we playin' injured
So many undercover niggas in the mix
On top of that, these cameras on these corners taking pictures
My niggas doin' time, I shoot a line and send a flick to
Have money on my mind, now, I, I, I get it
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