(Intro – Nipsey Hussle)
I’m different
(Verse 1 – Nipsey Hussle)
Grind strenuous, cash out continuous
Mogul in the making, autonomous black businesses
Broken culture that we all lost ni**as in
Elevated, innovation over ignorance
I represent it
Suburban tinted, fiver that’s percentage
Closed cur but the Mac-11 muzzle vintage
Ghost flourish, double back and come and get your ni**as
Pass the power to your people, it ain’t nothing realer
Facing this decision it’s a funny feeling
Knowing when you tell the truth they gon come and kill you
Knowing people need some proof, went and got the millions
Stressed a young ni**a out but I’m so resilient
It’s champagne, Honda Civics they was taking pictures
Young ni**as from the buildings tryna make a living
Or I just figured they was jealous cause we made it quicker
And never asked for no favors ni**a
Look real s**t you can mark my words
(Chorus – Nipsey Hussle)
85 Cutlass, I’ll make my swerves
These ho ni**as tryna take what’s yours
Take a stand or I can take one first
Back him up, it only take one burst
With white chalk I’ll make em paint your curb
Rest in peace, have em paint your shirt
If a ni**a’s tryna take my worth
But you know
(Verse 2 – Rick Ross)
My last white was 20 million
So familiar like Tuki Williams, I’m in the building
My conversation is cash money
I fly private, rarely do I have luggage
Riding through the ghetto, where I’m from the kids love me
Everyday I’m rocking jewels, I know they wanna touch me
Repercussions mandatory when you injure mine
Every time I step on the block my d**k on the line
Burning like a candle in Versace sandals
My persona on the camera, that’s just how it’s handled
Put me in coach, I’m going to the paint
Ran a couple tour days and took me to the bank
Mark my words I know you’re broke, I see it in your face
Art bezel twin chains I spend it on the base
US Marshals can’t cut the gates
Double M, I’m known to beat the case
(Chorus – Nipsey Hussle)
85 Cutlass, I’ll make my swerves
These ho ni**as tryna take what’s yours
Take a stand or I can take one first
Back him up, it only take one burst
With white chalk I’ll make em paint your curb
Rest in peace, have em paint your shirt
If a ni**a’s tryna take my worth
But you know
(Outro – Rick Ross)
My ni**a Nipsey from the mud to the marble, what’s up my ni**a, ugh
It ain’t 100 million in the room, s**t I shoot for three, what’s up, ugh
