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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nipsey Hussle
Nipsey Hussle
Vocals
Mitchy Slick
Mitchy Slick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ermias Asghedom
Ermias Asghedom
Songwriter
John Wesley Groover
John Wesley Groover
Songwriter
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Producer
Tariq Beats
Tariq Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Full time on the road Make time for your folks Choke time do the most This year when I cross Did that for the bros One time for the coast Light one nigga, smoke Shoot guns, never choke Full time on the road Make time for your folks Choke time do the most This year when I cross Did that for the bros One time for the coast Light one nigga, smoke Shoot guns, never choke Moved up on the rope Tell me who came up like the loc? Blacc Sam on parole Turned that to the store Turned that to a brand Did that for the fam Cruised up to the club New Chucks on the girl We built to last, don't break a beam Nobody put us here but still we made it here Me and my lady friend in my Mercedes Benz We live a type of life you couldn't make pretend Need a safe and then I'm in the bank again You know I play to win I want some paper thin Into a spacious crib Ain't gotta make my bed I'm eating steak and eggs And orchestrating biz' Full time on the road Make time for your folks Choke time do the most This year when I cross Did that for the bros One time for the coast Light one nigga, smoke Shoot guns, never choke Got laced by niggas that rock four finger rings And had leather on the back of they Guess jeans the 80's Made a nigga crazy and hazily I was no longer a baby Soon as I got in that Mercedes they had to pay me Makin' hoes tap out like a Gracie Young gang banger turned jumbo Ridin' in somethin' that ain't humble Blowin' on somethin' that's from Humbo Like bump a nigga that's cookin' up gumbo Whoop wanna park so I been on Decorated from missions I went on Mention this nigga long I been on You done hit our survival syndrome Hear my story you thought a nigga on been gone On the news countless times the shit wrong But real niggas always end up in the end-zone Did the most, ended up in the Enzo Pop a nigga on the coast where my mens blow And plot on ways for us to get more And plot on ways for us to get more And plot on ways for us to get more And plot on ways for us to get more And plot on ways for us to get more I said plot on ways for us to get more Full time on the road Make time for your folks Choke time do the most This year when I cross Did that for the bros One time for the coast Light one nigga, smoke Shoot guns, never choke
Writer(s): John Groover, Adam Feeney, Ermias Asghedom, Michael Cox, Altariq Crapps Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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