[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Uh, lights low
But I stay high
Yeah, look, look, look
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
It's ten racks on my neck and twenty more on my brodie shit
I'm self-made, ain't no nigga ever throw me shit
Beside my enemies, I'm watchin' who I'm rollin' wit'
Got 40 on me like a fuckin' Motorola clip
Shit, I feel like a million when I'm four-wheelin'
A 745 parked in front of your buildin'
Designer jeans, Gucci locs and my gold killin'
I got a kilo on my neck, I'm a go-getter
See, what you lookin' at now, that's my old vision
Chess move my next move to get more business
Climbin', I be on my tip 'til toes give in
I'ma always shine, I'll never let my glow blemish
I hear 'em talkin' but fuck what them niggas say
'Cause real niggas know a real nigga demonstrate
And real niggas know it's real 'cause I illustrate
The feelin' of a young hood nigga when he gettin' cake
Hussle
[Scratched Chorus]
"The feelin' of a young hood nigga...gettin' cake"
("One muthafucka from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' niggas if they fuck around
One muthafucka...buckin' niggas if they fuck around")
[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
I came up wearin' the same stuff
Who ever thought I'd push the Rolls, Lexus, and Range truck
Shine hard 'til the rain come
And when my mama died, shit left my brain numb (Fucked up)
A young nigga from the crack to the curb
When this young nigga's black, sellin' crack's to the birds
Hopped in this music with this rap in his word
If this music shit fails then I'm back to the curb
Hustle hard like my nigga Nip
Whether you a Blood or a Crip nigga, thug or a pimp
I was raised in the block where the shit gets thick
Where you're trained just to hit like a Rott or a Pit
My daddy died so 'Pac was my father figure
An attitude, didn't wanna be bothered, nigga
And grew up, thug niggas was my role models
At the house parties drunk off a whole bottle
[Scratched Chorus]
"The feelin' of a young hood nigga...gettin' cake"
("One muthafucka from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' niggas if they fuck around
One muthafucka...buckin' niggas if they fuck around")
[Verse 3: Blanco]
You think I'm playin' when I say I got a fully auto? (Nah)
Money dealin' drugs is my fuckin' motto (Yeah)
And my bitch is a model
She don't say shit 'cause the bitch Italiano
And I'm a fuckin' capo
Yeah, a real desperado
Let's say a half-hour, meet at McDonald's
Bring fifty stacks in all crispy hundos
What, we got a problem?
Even my bitch be white girl mobbin'
Nah, I'm lyin', she be actin' all lady-like
But you the fag get in free on ladies' night (You bitch!)
The one get in, I'm crazy, right?
Some sorta wanna be Slim Shady type
I'm a drug addict, with a gun habit
I mean a gun addict, with a drug habit
[Scratched Chorus]
"The feelin' of a young hood nigga...gettin' cake"
("One muthafucka from the underground
And Big Stretch buckin' niggas if they fuck around
One muthafucka...buckin' niggas if they fuck around")
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