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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nipsey Hussle
Nipsey Hussle
Vocals
Washed Out
Washed Out
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Zeke
Zeke
Vocals
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Ermias Asghedom
Ermias Asghedom
Songwriter
Ryan Christian
Ryan Christian
Songwriter
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The Colleagues
The Colleagues
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Fuck this track you get your shit splat Before you ever heard me rap, I had to spit crack Slimey rocks crashed off they [?] shop Doing numbers like Def Jam in the 90's but Much to there surprise I'm the fuckin flyest In the Chevy nigga playin Pac nigga "Still I Rise" Blue rag around my forehead, code red [?] red infultrate rap to take more bread Quote it how you want, I just rolled a blunt I'm sippin lean in first class gettin' my shoulders rubbed Streets is talkin' so I'm listening with a loaded gun Still all I hear is niggas sayin' I'm the chosen one Champagne open one, watch it over run I heard him say a drunk mind speak a sober tongue We're still adjusting to the changes I been gettin' money but it's different when you famous There's been niggas famous but it's different when you bangin' All these niggas hatin', all these police tryna hank you What should you do? decisions your blood racing Fresh out the count, trying to go platinum on probation But no regrets my nigga just smoke break Just soak it all out, double back from both angles Artists that label, no favors, no thank you Rap about it all just to [?] Pull up in cars with blunts large like Jamaican Sticky from bell sells white broads named Rachel Never broke code and I never made statements on the rules [?] all fall speculation Greatness fooly, four words, self made salute me A lot of niggas watching now prolly hate this movie, but fuck em I'm so tired of the same discussion I'm worth M's niggas ain't made nothin' No regrets now, I got it off my chest now Since the womb, mama know I'm a special That's prolly why she don't wanna 'notha level Real never fall off, like fake bezels Spirit over rebel, heart of a lion All that's inside me, Is worth all this trying Worth all this grindin' Cause I'm from the hood and we ain't scared about dying Just want my end Success I just want my fair share in life In that self made I ain't tryna hear life Still proud of what I look at in the mirror life Hyde Park hussle half baked on a Paris flight I'm sippin' hot tea before I hit the stage Earl grey, mother a pearl face Forever I'm the flyest, we fuck on Chanel sheets Count cash after shows, I spazzed on the globe I passed all my goals, then I mapped out some more On this never ending road I fix flats in the cold boy Respect how I master my role, and I made it all happen alone
Writer(s): Ermias Joseph Asghedom, Harrison Johnson Vi, Karl Powell Jr., Sarah Johnson, Christian Ryan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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