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

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