Get Away

[Intro] Yeah, why would I stop? When you get money like this, you gotta ask yourself that question They say the greatest threat to your future success Is your current success, that’s why I go hard [Verse 1: Nipsey Hu$$le] Ah, look, 7 Series black Benz, gun metal Mac 10 Yellow bone trophy, she gonna blow me as I back in Marijuana smoking, black Versace shade glass tint Cover up my bloodshot eyes like an aspirin Nigga, ballin', that’s your past tense I’m the present and the future of this rap shit Don’t act like you can’t hear it, you should fear it Kill me, can’t mute my spirit Want a feature? Cut the check or nigga, you can’t clear it Undisputed on the West — if not, who came near it? Get at him with respect or young dude won’t hear it It’s 20K in some states just for dude appearance, and look You start getting rap money, they say you act funny But I remember how I thought when I was that hungry You let them take your sack from you, you’ll be back bummy So niggas be ready to kill, 'fore they let crew take all their racks from them Same mind state, different grind rate The desperation tenfold 'cause the price changed Make a hundred thousand dollars off a lick, or you can make 10 million off a hit Nigga, not to mention, all the glamour and the glitz Sold his soul for the fame - damn, ain’t that a bitch? Ah, and when I pull up they say, "Ain’t that the 6?" You talk money but I ain’t that convinced [Chorus: Nipsey Hussle] I’m getting paid, sometimes I wanna get away 'Cause these days niggas fake I’m on my grind, I'm thankful I ain’t doing time That’s why I’m solo when I ride I’m getting paid, sometimes I wanna get away 'Cause these days niggas fake Wake up on my money with no emotions on my face Keep a choppa at the house and a .40 on my waist [Verse 2: Ken Malik] My strive, that’s all a nigga got I’m the last one to lead, the first one to bleed the block Now that, grind mode can’t stop, won’t stop I’m just tryna turn that 1997 to a yacht Uh, and put my son in the spot So he ain’t never gotta worry 'bout the shit that he ain’t got Just watch how I put my niggas in position Without a handout given, we was out here fly living Ah, I’m innocent until the jury plead Guilty, your bitch feelin' how my jewelry bleeds Bro, what? You niggas ain't no kin to me A bunch of broke niggas suffering from in the breeze Hopeless ass rap bitches in it for the cheese Can't get comfortable, I’m working on that enemy The hustle there, my nigga, though you're lacking energy Every 16 will bring you closer to Ken Malik [Chorus: Nipsey Hussle] I’m getting paid, sometimes I wanna get away 'Cause these days niggas fake I’m on my grind, I'm thankful I ain’t doing time That’s why I’m solo when I ride I’m getting paid, sometimes I wanna get away 'Cause these days niggas fake Wake up on my money with no emotions on my face Keep a choppa at the house and a .40 on my waist Ay