Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] When the last time you heard it like this? (Huh) Rose gold shades with the Rozay lenses Pink champagne and the flow's so endless (Huh) Get down— only if you know you live Peel the top back, gettin' higher than the higher power Makin' love in the penthouse, then it's sayonara (Green Lantern, look) [Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] Grind strenuous, cash out continuous Mogul in the making, autonomous Black businesses Broken culture that we all lost niggas in Elevated innovation over ignorance I represent it, suburban tinted, five or less percentage Clothes current, but the MAC-11 muzzle vintage Dough flourish, double back and come and get your niggas Pass the power to your people, it ain't nothing realer Faced with this decision, it's a funny feeling Knowing when you tell the truth, they gon' come and kill you Knowing people need some proof, went and got the millions Stressed a young nigga out, but I'm so resilient The champagne, Honda Civics, they was taking pictures Young niggas front the buildings tryna make a living Always figured they was jealous 'cause we made it quicker And never asked for no favors, nigga, look [Chorus: Nipsey Hussle & Rick Ross] Real shit, you can mark my words '85 Cutlass, I'll make my swerves These ho niggas tryna take what's yours Take a stand, you'll have to take one first Back him up, but only take one burst With white chalk, I'll make 'em paint your curb Rest in peace, have 'em paint your shirt If a nigga's tryna take my worth (Nip, what up?) But you know [Verse 2: Rick Ross] My last wire was twenty million So familiar like Tookie Williams, I'm in the building My conversation is cash money I fly private, rarely do I have luggage Riding through the ghetto, where I'm from, the kids love me Every day I'm rocking jewels, I know they wanna touch me Repercussions mandatory when you mention mine Every time I step on the block my dick on the line Burning like a candle in Versace sandals My persona on the camera, that's just how it's handled Put me in, coach, I'm going to the paint Ran a couple two-a-days and took me to the bank Mark my words, I know you're broke, I see it in your face Art Basel, two-and-change, I spent it on a vase US Marshals came to cut the gates With Double M, I'm known to beat the case [Chorus: Nipsey Hussle & Rick Ross] Real shit, you can mark my words (Double-M-G) '85 Cutlass, I'll make my swerves (Empire) These ho niggas tryna take what's yours Take a stand, you'll have to take one first Back him up, but only take one burst With white chalk, I'll make 'em paint your curb Rest in peace, have 'em paint your shirt If a nigga's tryna take my worth