Lyrics Nipsey Hussle

Nipsey Hussle

Call from the Bank

Look, just got a call from my bank

To tell me that we hit again, keep doing my thing

The boys on fire money wires everyday

It's a natural known fact I'm the hottest in LA

It's All Money In, that's all I gotta say

Got em repping down in Diego, Las Vegas to the bay

Even on the east they never hesitate

They shouting out my words from the crowd towards the stage

And you know I'm getting paid, yeah you know I'm getting paid

Look, marathon life it's all about the pace

Lot of niggas running sprints but they never win the race

You don't see me at the shop, I'm probably outta state

In my fly hotel working on my mixtape

Standing on the couches later on that day

Champagne, models pouring bottles on their face

The S is for success and that's why I love the hate

They mad cause I can, and I'm happy cause they can't

Yeah, I'm happy cause they can't

It's that feel good, you know

Shout out to my enemies, shout out to the facts

We the ones that they pretend to be

Rappers with their gangbang identity

But imitation is the highest form of humility

Then my phone rang, it was Killa B

That's a bad bitch, plus she get her cheese

Know I'm feeling her, I know she feeling me

But we don't even fuck, we do some different things

Take her to the turf, she trynna take me to her church

Just be yourself, that's the only way to make it work

Sweet cady drop top Mercedes

Blowing that Obama with some old school, playin'

PCH, switching lane feels amazing

Life is everything that I said I would make it

Love my niggas, so bread I'm gon' break it

20 racks, 50 racks, 100 racks, run it back

If that ain't fly cripping, what the fuck is that

Type of life you know nothing bout

Gotta fly first class if you wanna talk

Louie on the duffle bag pick a airport

We can be there tonight baby therefore

You know, I gotta say, the motherfucking marathon continues

Late night, top off, her hair blowing in the wind, nigga smoking on that good

Feeling oh so hood, yeah, told you, yeah, this is volume one

Aight, Hussle, motherfucker, hey, Rallo

Heyy

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