[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Yeauh
Hussle Music
It's that TMC
The Marathon Continues
'iHussle.com' all that
Sup lil baby, fuck with a real nigga
I pick you up in a bullet proof or the drop top Benz
Come do what we do, you know?
Fuck you nigga
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, story of my life
Wake up on my grind
Don't go to sleep 'til late at night
Niggas play my mixtapes and they bitches say he tight
See I remind her of the type of niggas that she like
Type of shit that starts a fight
But it been like that all my life
Crack your bitch off my bike, ass
Jealous ass, I'll fuck a nigga' wife
Got that swagger, got that swipe
Get that cash, I live that life
Take that hoe bitch that you love
And introduce her to these lights
While you beggin' her to be your baby mama and do right
I be pull up and park my Benz at LAX and take that flight
Drop top, Louis bag, Louis belt, Dickies sag
Hopscotch through security cuz bitch I am the man
There's really nothin' to me
You can treat that hootchie like the ?
Lock her in the house when she get out she gon' pursue
Truly, young Hussle livin' like a Boss
Still straight up Wilshire to Neiman Marcus gang a large bills
Uh
That's right
Yeauh
You already know what this is nigga
Handcuff yo' hoe
Come to yo' city and fuck that bitch on the tour bus, nigga
And I even smoke no' more
All I do is count cash with that bitch
And leave it on her buttcrack while I fuck on the bed
Shove her head in the pillow nigga and chuck the hood up
Break a nigga's heart, you better know that
[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, story of my life
Wake up on my grind
Don't go to sleep 'til late at night
Once upon a time the public bus I used to ride, but
Beamers, Benz and Bentlys only type of shit I drive
Got a license to survive that means I got the right to ride on
All of you fuck niggas that round table at my demise
Look you in yo' face and smile right before I take your life
All's fair in love and war so ain't no wrong or right
See that hatred in yo' eye so when I flip don't be surprised
'bout this real nigga shit, I will not compromise
Dick ridin' jealous niggas all deserve to die
How you scared of heights, but still hate me I'm cuz I'm fly
Niggas threatened by me now but I'm not even in my Prime, I
Just left the label, I'm back out here on my grind
But it's been like that all my life so I'm a hussler by design
Fuck what's on yo' mind thinkin' you could even try
Act like ya'll faggot niggas, what's gon' press the line
Yeauh
Hussle Music
It's that TMC
The Marathon Continues
'iHussle.com' all that
Sup lil baby, fuck with a real nigga
I pick you up in a bullet proof or the drop top Benz
Come do what we do, you know?
Fuck you nigga
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, story of my life
Wake up on my grind
Don't go to sleep 'til late at night
Niggas play my mixtapes and they bitches say he tight
See I remind her of the type of niggas that she like
Type of shit that starts a fight
But it been like that all my life
Crack your bitch off my bike, ass
Jealous ass, I'll fuck a nigga' wife
Got that swagger, got that swipe
Get that cash, I live that life
Take that hoe bitch that you love
And introduce her to these lights
While you beggin' her to be your baby mama and do right
I be pull up and park my Benz at LAX and take that flight
Drop top, Louis bag, Louis belt, Dickies sag
Hopscotch through security cuz bitch I am the man
There's really nothin' to me
You can treat that hootchie like the ?
Lock her in the house when she get out she gon' pursue
Truly, young Hussle livin' like a Boss
Still straight up Wilshire to Neiman Marcus gang a large bills
Uh
That's right
Yeauh
You already know what this is nigga
Handcuff yo' hoe
Come to yo' city and fuck that bitch on the tour bus, nigga
And I even smoke no' more
All I do is count cash with that bitch
And leave it on her buttcrack while I fuck on the bed
Shove her head in the pillow nigga and chuck the hood up
Break a nigga's heart, you better know that
[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, story of my life
Wake up on my grind
Don't go to sleep 'til late at night
Once upon a time the public bus I used to ride, but
Beamers, Benz and Bentlys only type of shit I drive
Got a license to survive that means I got the right to ride on
All of you fuck niggas that round table at my demise
Look you in yo' face and smile right before I take your life
All's fair in love and war so ain't no wrong or right
See that hatred in yo' eye so when I flip don't be surprised
'bout this real nigga shit, I will not compromise
Dick ridin' jealous niggas all deserve to die
How you scared of heights, but still hate me I'm cuz I'm fly
Niggas threatened by me now but I'm not even in my Prime, I
Just left the label, I'm back out here on my grind
But it's been like that all my life so I'm a hussler by design
Fuck what's on yo' mind thinkin' you could even try
Act like ya'll faggot niggas, what's gon' press the line
( Nipsey Hussle )
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