Be Here for a While Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Vernardo)
"Be Here for a While" by Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Vernardo) blends hip-hop with introspective themes, reflecting on perseverance, loyalty, and the importance of being present in relationships. Released in 2017, the song features smooth melodies and thoughtful lyrics, emphasizing resilience in the face of challenges. Its cultural impact lies in its motivational message and Nipsey's legacy of empowerment. #HipHop
[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
That's right...
Yeah, look
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Blue cup, black gun
Paid dues, that's done
Favors from me, can't ask none
Black eyed the game and got passed on
Me, I kept this shit super solid
Came up, and nigga you acknowledge
See me in my coupe, I got stupid dollars
I'm a dropout but now I speak at colleges
Ironic, I'm honest
I get paid to speak my mind, and it's crazy to me
Just pay me, fooly; if I wrote a script, it'd be a crazy movie
About my life, about rolling dice
About taking risks, you gotta know the price
Gotta know yourself, on the coldest nights
Can't turn it down, you gotta own the fight
Win, lose, or draw, you could ball
You could've kept it real, but nigga, you's a fraud
Before you get the shit, you gotta lose it all
And then you find yourself and see that you's a God
And that's real shit, thousand hundred dollar bill shit
From hood to the hills shit, like, "How the fuck did we build this?"
Real shit, look
Blue cup, black gun
Paid dues, that's done
Favors from me, can't ask none
Came in the game then I passed up
And I can't stop, won't stop
I'm the type to get more guap
You the type to fa sho flop
I'm from Brynhurst and them dope spots
Now look
That's right...
Yeah, look
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Blue cup, black gun
Paid dues, that's done
Favors from me, can't ask none
Black eyed the game and got passed on
Me, I kept this shit super solid
Came up, and nigga you acknowledge
See me in my coupe, I got stupid dollars
I'm a dropout but now I speak at colleges
Ironic, I'm honest
I get paid to speak my mind, and it's crazy to me
Just pay me, fooly; if I wrote a script, it'd be a crazy movie
About my life, about rolling dice
About taking risks, you gotta know the price
Gotta know yourself, on the coldest nights
Can't turn it down, you gotta own the fight
Win, lose, or draw, you could ball
You could've kept it real, but nigga, you's a fraud
Before you get the shit, you gotta lose it all
And then you find yourself and see that you's a God
And that's real shit, thousand hundred dollar bill shit
From hood to the hills shit, like, "How the fuck did we build this?"
Real shit, look
Blue cup, black gun
Paid dues, that's done
Favors from me, can't ask none
Came in the game then I passed up
And I can't stop, won't stop
I'm the type to get more guap
You the type to fa sho flop
I'm from Brynhurst and them dope spots
Now look
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