[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Blacc Sam, what up, my nigga
It's almost over, you know
When you come home, nigga, I'ma give you 10 stacks and a fat gold chain
[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
I remember those days, was finally gettin paid
Mama in the kitchen, tryna fix us a plate
And we was in the room, countin' what we made today
You'll tell me "make it stack", I'll tell you "make it rain"
She know we in the game, but she see progress, so she just praying for the day
The oxidant investigate something legal in what we made
We not stoppin', know we know they investigate
[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Uh, yeah, young Smokey on the block with it
Takin over heads leanin, coppin' in
You know me, double up and put the profit in
Used to hit the cheese spot before the cops got in
BBQ and block parties off the chain
Chicks cluckin, wanna top me off the chain
I used to hop the train, now I hop in Range
Three different struggles, but we grew up the same
I was a little nigga, thinkin' hustlin was wack
Til I made my first stack, and I ain't never turned back
Me and my brother Prob, and my brother C
Had to smoke spot live at 119th
Used to catch a lick, and then go out to eat
Nigga always stayed fresh, thank God for the weed
I'm loyal to the block, I will never do you greasy
In fact, I'll put us on the map, and that's word to Yeezy, nigga
Blacc Sam, what up, my nigga
It's almost over, you know
When you come home, nigga, I'ma give you 10 stacks and a fat gold chain
[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
I remember those days, was finally gettin paid
Mama in the kitchen, tryna fix us a plate
And we was in the room, countin' what we made today
You'll tell me "make it stack", I'll tell you "make it rain"
She know we in the game, but she see progress, so she just praying for the day
The oxidant investigate something legal in what we made
We not stoppin', know we know they investigate
[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Uh, yeah, young Smokey on the block with it
Takin over heads leanin, coppin' in
You know me, double up and put the profit in
Used to hit the cheese spot before the cops got in
BBQ and block parties off the chain
Chicks cluckin, wanna top me off the chain
I used to hop the train, now I hop in Range
Three different struggles, but we grew up the same
I was a little nigga, thinkin' hustlin was wack
Til I made my first stack, and I ain't never turned back
Me and my brother Prob, and my brother C
Had to smoke spot live at 119th
Used to catch a lick, and then go out to eat
Nigga always stayed fresh, thank God for the weed
I'm loyal to the block, I will never do you greasy
In fact, I'll put us on the map, and that's word to Yeezy, nigga
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