Proud of That Nipsey Hussle (Ft. Rick Ross)

[Intro]
No punch
That just mean we working hard
(Maybach Music)

[Chorus: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Look, night time with my Locs on
Six hundred Benz with them 4s on
Been through everything, but I rode on
And I ain't never quit or take no loss
And I'm proud of that!

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Back to the wall, I was so stoned
Self-made nigga, I was solo
Hot up in the kitchen, I was so stove
A nigga couldn't tell me nothing, I was so rogue
I had AR's, fo-fo's Alpinas on low pros
Brought K's with us, and caught fades nigga
And I used to get good grades nigga!
My momma paid the bills, but couldn't save, nigga
So we couldn't ask for no J's, nigga
See, that's the type of shit change niggas
Now from the street, she couldn't save niggas
Only difference was we wasn't playin' with it
Wasn't in it for the hoes or the fame, nigga
Swear to God, I couldn't buy a bag of Lay's, nigga
And I rather be a sinner than a shame nigga
So like that!
I rationalize it in my brain, nigga
Even if I was a victim to the game, it was
Better than living life as a slave nigga
Be right back! Had to turn myself into a paid nigga
I did dirt 'cuz I was climbin' out the grave nigga
To go straight and re-examine my ways
That was the concept
And now they're telling me I'm next
But, please my nigga, please my nigga
Don't take this out of context
All the nights I dealt with my stress
All the triple bunks where I slept
All the busted knuckles, all the smoking guns
And all the shit I did for my set!
All my niggas is gone, they got stretched
But now your nigga is on, so don't fret
It's a marathon to success
So all my niggas that's home, we run laps
I got a flight tomorrow I'm goin' catch
I got a presidential Rolex
I have my mind made up, got my grind game up
Now I thank the Lord I'm so blessed