Blacc Ice

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle] Take y’all on a little trip To my side, Slauson Ave Top of the mornin’ Ain’t nobody out yet Paint this picture for you [Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] I’m Slauson Ave. and everything on that street Used to carve our names into wet concrete Used to sell dope, and I still smoke weed Just got a record deal, but I been had cheese Lookin’ at my pieces, like I been had these Lookin’ at these streets like there is no peace Faded off a strain of that strongest leaf, like If only these damn palm trees could speak But they can’t, so they don’t, I could, so I will Some people never do it, they just wonder how it feel In the hour of chaos, come the water by my wheel Like, it’s all an illusion and the only thing real Is me, and we, whatever we believe And that’s what we project, so that’s what we perceive Embedded in my mind, it’s the code and the creed Never went against it as I rose in these streets We was, two deep in a cuddy on E And Fats dropped a blunt and burnt a hole in my seat Used to get butterflies when I roll with the heat But, not for long, say goodbye to the sweaty palm Young nigga on a mission, tote heavy arms Young nigga wanna bang, it’s a heavy cost Now what he got up in his brain, that’s a heavy thought Turned a nigga out, had us murderin’ for clout, look And this is it My reality is crip Slauson Ave. gangbang shit Nip Hussle, look, look And this is it My reality is crip Slauson Ave. gangbang shit Nip Hussle [Verse 2: Question] I’m Military Drive, everything on that strip West Avenue and Fresno, heritage to the sticks That ole trailer park out on highway 90 Or down on Colobra road, you might find me Blindly pacing in the darkness, heartless Livin’ out my car, gotta find a place to park it Swisher full of dirt weed, spark it up Lookin for change like a bum with a plastic cup Like fuck the police, I been harassed enough Where good men get turned to ash and dust Where cash is lust, with massive nuts I hold They bust AK47’s 'til their guts explode And they stain the asphalt permanently Daemons hold a player down when he determined to leave But my kid’s graduation, I’m determined to see Never knew how right Jeremiah’s sermon could be ‘Cause God damn America, the system is flawed So we pump this d, avoid apprehension by law Lay and brawl, and the black ice invisible It’s either Mickey D’s or be a full time criminal Yeah And this is it Cause my life is shit Hip hop is all I got Know what I'm talkin' about? Texas out to Cali' baby Essay to L.A Nip Hussle Slauson Boy Question Future of the south