Victory Lap

Lyrics

[Intro: Stacy Barthe & Arctic Monkeys] Woah-oh Woah-oh Woah-oh Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could (Oh) Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could Like the beginning of Mean Streets, you could [Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle & Arctic Monkeys] I'm prolific, so gifted I'm the type that's gon' go get it, no kiddin' Breaking down a Swisher front of your buildin' Sitting 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, playin' "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, holla at me, I got Cubans on the low" Flew to Cancun, smokin' 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, cruisin' My cultural influence even rival Lucien I'm integrated 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 Makin' 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 Thirty-eight special for you clever niggas See, bro, if you ain't live and die by the street code Been through all these motions, up and down like a see-saw I can never view you as my equal Fuck I wanna hear your CD for? [Chorus: Stacy Barthe & Arctic Monkeys] 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 [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] 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 opened, 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" [Outro: Stacy Barthe] 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