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Nipsey Hussle - Victory Lap feat. Stacy Barthe [Official Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nipsey Hussle
Nipsey Hussle
Vocals
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Programming
Stacy Barthe
Stacy Barthe
Vocals
Doc Allison
Doc Allison
Cello
Lauren London
Lauren London
Vocals
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Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Turner
Alex Turner
Songwriter
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Songwriter
Ermias Asghedom
Ermias Asghedom
Songwriter
Jonathan King
Jonathan King
Songwriter
Stacy Barthe
Stacy Barthe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amaire Johnson
Amaire Johnson
Producer
Ermias Asghedom
Ermias Asghedom
Executive Producer
Matt Jacobson
Matt Jacobson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Adam Aderbraun
Adam Aderbraun
Executive Producer
Samiel Asgehdom
Samiel Asgehdom
Executive Producer
Stephen Donelson
Stephen Donelson
Executive Producer
Steven “Steve-O” Carless
Executive Producer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
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Producer
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Cyrus Massoud Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Garnett Flynn
Garnett Flynn
Recording Engineer
Tyler Page
Tyler Page
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Woah-oh Woah-oh Woah-oh Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could I'm prolific, so gifted I'm the type that's gon' go get it, no kiddin' Breaking down a Swisher front of yo' building Sittin' on the steps feeling no feelings Last night, it was a cold killin' You gotta keep the devil in his hole, nigga But you know how it go, nigga I'm front line every time it's on, nigga Hunnid proof flow, run and shoot pro 458 drop, playing "Bullet Proof Soul" Every few shows, I just buy some new gold Circle got smaller, everybody can't go Downtown, Diamond District, jewelers like, "Yo Hussle holler at me, I got Cubans on the low" Flew to Cancun, smoking Cubans on the boat Then docked at Tulum just to smoke Look, listening to music at the Mayan Ruins True devotion on the bluest ocean, cruising My cultural influence even rival Lucien I'm intergrated vertically, y'all niggas blew it They tell me, "Hussle dumb it down, you might confuse 'em" This ain't that weirdo rap you motherfuckers used to (Like the beginning of Mean Streets) I'm an urban legend, South Central in a certain section Can't express how I curved detectives Guess it's evidence of a divine presence Blessings, held me down, at times I seem reckless, F it You got an L, but got an E for effort Stretched him, dropped him off in the Mojave desert, then left him Ain't no answer to these trick questions Money making Nip, straighten out my jewelry on my bitch dresser Well known, flick up and jail pose Snatch a champagne bottle from Rico's 'til T show Whatever, nigga, playin' chess, not checkers, nigga .38 Special for you clever niggas See bro, if you ain't live and die by the street codes Been through all these motions, up and down like a seesaw I can never view you as my equal Fuck I wanna hear your CD for? Like the beginning of Mean Streets Like the beginning of Mean Streets Like the beginning of Mean Streets Like the beginning of Mean Streets Like the beginning of Mean Streets Like the beginning of Mean Streets (we gotta make it) Like the beginning of Mean Streets Yeah Look, I'm finna take it there This time around, I'ma make it clear Spoke some things into the universe and they appeared I say it's worth it, I won't say it's fair Find your purpose or you wastin' air Fuck it, though, y'all niggas scared Eyes open, I can see it clear They don't make 'em bar none, they don't make 'em real They don't make it where I'm from, they don't take it here They ain't see in due time, I be makin' mils Bossed up in this game, I been makin' deals Get your lawyer on the phone, we can make it real I got checks and balance, I flex dramatic Other fifty on my neck, just my reckless habit Ain't no pussy on my rep, disrespect the savage I make one phone call and the rest get handled It's just another front step with candles Lil' message from the set, "We accept your challenge" Woah-oh Woah-oh Woah-oh Woah, woah We gotta make it, yeah, we gotta We gotta make it, oh, we gotta make it Oh, ah, ooh We gotta make it, oh Victory Lap
Writer(s): Jonathan King, Alex Turner, Stacy Barthe, Amaire Johnson, Ermias Joseph Asghedom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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