Judas’ Closet

Lyrics

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle] Ay, they say be careful what you wish for You might fuck around and get that shit [Chorus: The Game, Nipsey Hussle & Both] Feel like I sold my fucking soul To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s Nip, feel like I sold my fucking soul To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s Cedar, 6-0, wife beater, wrist froze Platinum Jesus piece, nigga, mine all gold Chuck, feel like I sold my fucking soul To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s [Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] When you come from depression, tend to lust for possessions Gotta make an impression, but you can't wait for your blessing Model bitch strip naked, while I sip on this Texas I'm pushing this German, Jesus piece on my necklace These niggas gon' test you, and these bitches is reckless And that money go fast, I hope you paying your taxes All the questions they asking, all the cameras that's flashing All the stress that come with it, it's like you hustling backwards If you ain't breaking the bank, so we go hard everyday In that sacrificial Lamb', it's just the part that you play And you the first one in your fam' to have the heart to get paid Had the smarts to switch lanes, had the guts to be brave Now, and now you a star on the stage But once they cut on them lights, no turning them off That's part of the game Wow, people caught up in your fame And never will it be the same, this shit is expensive The price that we pay, that's why I [Chorus: The Game, Nipsey Hussle & Both] Feel like I sold my fucking soul To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s Nip, feel like I sold my fucking soul To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s Cedar, 6-0, wife beater, wrist froze Platinum Jesus piece, nigga, mine all gold Chuck, feel like I sold my fucking soul To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s [Verse 2: The Game] Clip tosses since niggas is brick flossing Now the Bloods with Slauson, so niggas go get coffins Compton like the NFL, niggas get hit often Hairy bud I green, make niggas forget Boston Redbone bitch, she high on blue dolphins Head game sick, she bi and switch often It's kush bitch, quit coughing, my six got streets talking Timbo', this shit scorching, got Bloods and Crips walking It's Nip', so get up off him, we like Biggie and Jigga mane' The Nickerson's is Marcy, Bed-Stuy and Slauson My flow something like Nasir, I should put a pause here Run and tell them niggas the god's here This Califonia kush got me in God's ear We got them Ace of Spades, but ain't no cards here Just a Crip, a Blood, a couple exotic cars here And these extra long clips like Lamar's here, Nip [Chorus: Nipsey Hussle, The Game & Both] Feel like I sold my fucking soul To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s Chuck, feel like I sold my fucking soul To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s Cedar, 6-0, wife beater, wrist froze Platinum Jesus piece, nigga, mine all gold Nip, feel like I sold my fucking soul To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s [Chorus: The Game, Nipsey Hussle & Both] Feel like I sold my fucking soul To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s Nip, feel like I sold my fucking soul To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s Cedar, 6-0, wife beater, wrist froze Platinum Jesus piece, nigga, mine all gold Chuck, feel like I sold my fucking soul To the Devil for these palm trees and these 64s