[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Ugh, yeah, alright, shit hard as fuck
Ugh, look, hustle, all I do is rap about the fast life
You can’t relate, you need to get your cash right
I must have been a flashlight, in my past life
Cause all I do is shine, so blow me like a bagpipe
Wood, grains, grams and gold chainz
I’m shutting down traffic I’m switching 4 lanes
I’m hanging out the window every which way
Every nigga not a pimp but every bitch pay
I’m hard on these hoes like every single day
And I got a lot of bitches in every different states
I get a lot of pussy but I never got to pay
And all money is in all a nigga gotta say look
Now one time for my young grind
I spend hundreds, I smoke quarters and fuck…
Got no love for broke bitches with no drough
I dropped out but I done fine
I know you heard about them stages I been murdering
Light my swisher up as they rolling my room service in
The shopping sprees, all this fly shit I’m purchasing
Tattoos on my face cause now I know I’ll never work again
The pretty bitches that know why they sell purposes
But still blame me for the emotions they be working with
And jealous niggas that was once..
The kush I’m blowing, inside the coop that I’m swerving
Ugh, yeah, alright, shit hard as fuck
Ugh, look, hustle, all I do is rap about the fast life
You can’t relate, you need to get your cash right
I must have been a flashlight, in my past life
Cause all I do is shine, so blow me like a bagpipe
Wood, grains, grams and gold chainz
I’m shutting down traffic I’m switching 4 lanes
I’m hanging out the window every which way
Every nigga not a pimp but every bitch pay
I’m hard on these hoes like every single day
And I got a lot of bitches in every different states
I get a lot of pussy but I never got to pay
And all money is in all a nigga gotta say look
Now one time for my young grind
I spend hundreds, I smoke quarters and fuck…
Got no love for broke bitches with no drough
I dropped out but I done fine
I know you heard about them stages I been murdering
Light my swisher up as they rolling my room service in
The shopping sprees, all this fly shit I’m purchasing
Tattoos on my face cause now I know I’ll never work again
The pretty bitches that know why they sell purposes
But still blame me for the emotions they be working with
And jealous niggas that was once..
The kush I’m blowing, inside the coop that I’m swerving
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