Skurr

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] Don't be mad at me streets phased me gradually Chose the grind but it wasn't all vanity Court rooms and casualties it all came naturally Always hoped I change the game for those after me Gang of broken kids only hope to live Stick together through this shit so that's what we did [Verse 2: Bino Rideaux] I pray all the hundreds keep on coming in We ain't playin' round with you nigga me and my niggas jumping in Still passing, baby Locked my brother up, couldn't face what happened ? Take my slimmer of my weight when I'm in traffic Made it out the mud I ain't adapted You ain't really live that struggle you be rappin' With that forty on my hip like it's in fashion I just pray my mama love me through the madness [Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle] Paint the picture perfect twice as rich as urges Hurry up and leave the block if you ain't making purchase It's a long story i've been busy working Dropped ten tapes and I ain't nick the surface I like to think I gave the hood a different purpose cause I ain't never seen these type of niggas this encouraged First seven figures I'll admit to splurging I admit to breaking down when I spoke at your service Natural born leader ain't no gettin' nervous Ain't no planning ain't no thinking we just putting work in Hunnid thousand cash make you feel important Break bread with your team then you feel extorted Gotta get that out your heart cause we can't afford it Gave your word and a plan aboard it Always plan a fortune, get my people out this land of corpses Nipseyno young legends out of California [Verse 4: Bino Rideaux] I'm tryna prove it I'm getting better shit I'm so proven I swear I still remember we we're losing No girl but what we didn't make it through it Real niggas feel the pain in the music If you went and got it out that mud dawg I'm with you I was playin keep away from my plug got my issue If they catch me pour mud at my vigil Ball hard I can't give her game but I was true to her Lil brother yea those neighbors they gon' do to em I might put on my chains on at the funeral They come kill a nigga they make it look beautiful My mama ain't too real living Them drugs got side-effects they make it hard to deal with me If I'm eating then my brother sharing meals with me yeah yeah