Nipsey Hussle | Funk Flex | #Freestyle089

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[Verse 1] Bullets got blue tips like they Crippin', nigga Everything got 30 in it and I'm trippin', nigga Refrigerated cup holders when I'm sippin', nigga Fuck work, sell words, it was written, nigga See the Staples Center from my kitchen, nigga On the phone with Forbes, askin' how I did it, nigga Snatched ol' girl, it's official, nigga Always been a man on a mission, nigga Yeah, expect a movie, take the top off 'Bout to crossover like hotsauce On this gutter shit, I never hopped off Most calculated move by far Always with a model in a fly car Yeah thirty thousand for the pythons Rockin' knee highs, sippin' white wine Listenin' to In My Lifetime in the night time Lookin' at the city skyline gettin' sky high Took the little bitch to Popeye's, she was top five Excitement that she get from pop life could never top mine Once you get the hustle locked down, you can stockpile Level up another notch now, like a block now Every time I take the top down she arch her eyebrows Turnin' up the music high now, she feel alive now Love me like we from a small town, let's make a mall round You splurge, I splurge, ball later and we ball now Yeah, look, nothin' can save us and we realized it Yeah, nothin' can save us and we realized it Yeah, nothin' can save us and we realized it Look, look, look, look Middle of the night, kitchen lights is on Roll me up a back then I light my stove She told me stay calm when the crisis on Said I die alone, I said [?] [?] who speak in hyperbole Translation, get the money, never wife a ho Clip is full already, where these s- should go? Shoulder full already, where these stripes should go? These police got opinions how my life should go I'm screamin' fuck 'em, make 'em suck a dick and die tonight, you know Bullets rain on them cut the life support My section ride for sport every night of course Niggas dying every day, that's the price of war Gang members spendin' thousands at the nicest stores I levitate on 5-star luxury Every time I ride shit come for me Look, grind, I'm stuck in this grind Stuck in this grind I'm stuck in this grind Look me in my eyes, call me on my lies Stuck in this grind, Look Nothin' can save us and we realized it We knew the outcome and we still tried it That south central state of mind I'm in the field logic To be a real rider, you took this shit to the extreme and you ain't feel honest Now this blood is on your hands, you hope these bills wash it Sinkin' deeper in regret and that's the real faucet See everybody go for self, that was the real Slauson But do this, win, lose or draw, that was a real promise 'Til death do us, what's most important was rep to us Set schoolers to love a lie and respect shooters Reflect to it, this year I'm droppin' my best music Hope you niggas get rich and then reinvest to it I wish you niggas successes minus the stress to it A lot of stages, lot of losses and regrets to it The game of life, you ain't the type that would accept losin' Whatever's left to it, flying in a jet to it Yeah, stuck in this grind Yeah, stuck in this grind, I'm stuck in this grind Look me in my eyes, call me on my lies Stuck in this grind, yeah [Verse 2] Look, look, look, look Money power and respect for the chosen few Came through on low pros now they notice you 19, fuck rap, I'm the local troupe Me and Hump had the alpinas, we the only two Promote the gang, live and die for my rollie, chain Rich, gang banger music, I know my lane Curb servin' off the corner, was a protégé I pop the trunk and I manifested my mogul ways Do you know the pain Brodie in the state, I'm on the block, quarter ounce of cane Life cycles in circles that bubble into rage Turning self-destruction behavior, somebody light some sage Yeah, stuck getting his grind, I'm stuck in this grind Stuck in this grind, I'm stuck in this grind Look me in my eyes, call me on my lies Yeah, yeah, stuck in this grind, yeah Cash out continuous Mogul in the makin', autonomous black businesses Broken culture that we all lost niggas in Elevated innovation over ignorance I represent it, Suburban tinted, five or less percentage Closed crime but the MAC-11 muzzle vintage Go flourish, double back and come and get your niggas Pass the power to your people, it ain't nothin' realer Faced with this decision, it's a funny feelin' 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 These champagne Honda Civics, they was takin' pictures Young niggas front the buildings tryin' to make a livin' Always figured they was jealous 'cause we made it quicker And never asked for no favors, nigga Look, hey, stuck in this grind, I'm stuck in this grind Stuck in this grind, I'm stuck in this grind Look me in my eyes, call me on my lies Stuck in this grind, I'm stuck in this grind