[Chorus]
I put this music in my soul, put this shit in every word
Hit a lick and got some loads, put that shit on every curb
She keep sayin' that it's over, she too good, I don't deserve her
Everybody want a favor for some shit that they ain't earn
Some nights I can't sleep
Starin' at the walls, thinkin', "Why they wanna kill me?"
Feel like they don't love me
Sometimes I wish they took me instead of Nipsey
[Verse 1]
Father, we've been mislead, I can't understand the picture
Killin' more niggas every year, while the white man gettin' richer
My homie in the feds, he ain't comin' home for Christmas
Gotta know how to play, they don't play fair in that system
I-I-I got niggas slidin', three, four, posse up in the rental
I know they dislike me, they DM say, "I'm gon' kill you"
Diamonds dance like Michael, how'd we glow up from these crystals?
All this hate around me, we can't grow up from these pistols
I-I-I got niggas that's hatin', I gave 'em so many chances
I know shorties that's starvin', I went and gave 'em advances
They look at me like their father, like I'ma give 'em them answers
Same niggas that doubted, just gotta cut off the cancer
[Pre-Chorus]
What he know about the hood? He went Hollywood, damn
What he know about the hood when he got it good? Yeah
We was born broke, got up, had to get it, yeah, yeah
Worried 'bout them millions and I still ain't finished, yeah, yeah
I put this music in my soul, put this shit in every word
Hit a lick and got some loads, put that shit on every curb
She keep sayin' that it's over, she too good, I don't deserve her
Everybody want a favor for some shit that they ain't earn
Some nights I can't sleep
Starin' at the walls, thinkin', "Why they wanna kill me?"
Feel like they don't love me
Sometimes I wish they took me instead of Nipsey
[Verse 1]
Father, we've been mislead, I can't understand the picture
Killin' more niggas every year, while the white man gettin' richer
My homie in the feds, he ain't comin' home for Christmas
Gotta know how to play, they don't play fair in that system
I-I-I got niggas slidin', three, four, posse up in the rental
I know they dislike me, they DM say, "I'm gon' kill you"
Diamonds dance like Michael, how'd we glow up from these crystals?
All this hate around me, we can't grow up from these pistols
I-I-I got niggas that's hatin', I gave 'em so many chances
I know shorties that's starvin', I went and gave 'em advances
They look at me like their father, like I'ma give 'em them answers
Same niggas that doubted, just gotta cut off the cancer
[Pre-Chorus]
What he know about the hood? He went Hollywood, damn
What he know about the hood when he got it good? Yeah
We was born broke, got up, had to get it, yeah, yeah
Worried 'bout them millions and I still ain't finished, yeah, yeah
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