One Take Freestyle

Uh-huh, yeah, hustle music Break down your blunts, roll up your kush Get your mind right Y'all feel comfortable, early morning, check it out I'm on the block with these rocks, posted, loc'in' Low-key, so Johnny think I'm smokin', focused On nothing more than getting to my quota, hopin' The block roll before they start patrollin', I'm knowin' They watchin' us, binoculars and scopin' Bumpin' up the smokers, tryna ask 'em what I sold 'em My mind state, money over everything underneath the sun And death cock the barrel of my gun, it go bang Don't ask me why I gangbang, no thang It's easy, believe me, the coppers, they need me I pay their salary, they know that My calories were way too heavy to stop, I'm on the block I'm choppin' down ounces, halfs, sevens Boulders, dimes, nicks, whatever I'm going, forever, I'm never gon' stop it The profit, I flip it, the spots, I'm switchin' The Glocks, I spit at any nigga lookin' like oppo-sition And any action, it got conse-quences And death around is about as common as sense is Case it go bang, case it go spray, case it go pow Case it go after the enemies I wacked out Case it go before the guy owe ya knocked out Case it go through the plywood holding up your house, it ain't Man, I'm tryna hold your key to the city The key to having cake, no break, full grizzly Silverback gorilla catchin' cocaine frisbees Cookin' up a cookie on a propane chimney Nipsey, Hussle in the house, I'm 'bout my paper If money is a bitch, then I'm a rapist 'cause I take her It's funny niggas spit about the game like they a player But they ain't Shaq and Kobe so they just another Laker And they don't rap they life, so they just another faker They frontin' for these hoes, hoes frontin' for the dough And me, I'm front and center, with this hustlin', I'm a pro Last name, Hussle, first name, Nipsey See, I'ma stay fresh, y'all can stay bummy Y'all can chase pussy, but I'ma chase money You only live once, and niggas die young You live by the bullet, you gon' die by the gun Comin' off of Slauson, where niggas hate your guts See you ridin' high, they wanna set you up Probably jealous of ya, never get enough Money ain't the root of all evil, nigga, what? Look into my eyes and tell me what you see I've been on the grind since the age of 14 Started with a quarter, bought my first bucket Bought my first gun, said "Fuck it" then I bust it It ain't the ones I fucked off, it's the ones I fuck with It ain't the ones I tramp treat, it's the ones I trusted Jealousy and envy, I see it all around me Kill because I'm up, if I was broke, they'd probably clown me But I don't give a fuck about this small talk Road to the riches, they stuck up in the crosswalk I blow past 'em, though And burn rubber off Pirelli low pros My leather's so soft and I'm ridin' solo My sunroof cracked and I'm blowin' out smoke All they said was "Hussle, don't light up no more" All I do is hustle, so in light of my goal I do what the fuck I tell myself to Do not what the fuck you try to tell me So nigga, fuck you, we could squabble, we could shoot We could play the same game, we could act like it's cool But you won't get me, before I get you