Mac 11 on the Dresser

It's like 2 o'clock in the studio

Backed up on the leaks, man, my shit crasp

But I'm back at you niggas though, you know?

I guess this fifty five thousand

So we gon' do it like this

Uh, Hussle, nigga

One take too

Look, uh

Mac 11 on my dresser drawer

Model bitches like, "Nipsey, what's the weapon for?"

Niggas tryna take, I give 'em nothin' less than war

So what's understood there is no explanation for

Put the box in concrete, then put the safe in floor

Extra thick carpet, that's what we laid it for

Young niggas gettin' money's what I make it for

Play this out your Range Rover and Mercedes door

Uh

I graduated from havin' haters

Now I see it all as fake love, so don't congratulate us

And thank god for my imagination

I seen the vision, I'm in it, and now I'm after greatness

I know that God got me so I practice patience

Most the time I look inside and find the answers waitin'

Been tryna change my life but it's aggravating

Making the same mistakes twice, I'm shackled to Satan

So let's make a toast to the real niggas

Self-made success, know how it feel, nigga

Uh, now raise your glass to the real women

You know the one who man in jail but she still with him

Out here on her own but she deal with it

So I'm gon' tip my S-dome 'cause I'm feeling ya

I represent that any means necessary

Chopper in the window pane, lifestyle legendary

Been treated a lot of ways, it was never fairly

So we gon' shoot before we march like February

And they don't like when I rap like that

They rather I talk about the crime that's always black on black

And say, "Neighborhood of sixty Crip," in every rap

So they can play my tape in court and try to lock me up for that

But I'm cool

Tell them judges, "Look, I'm never goin' back"

It's a marathon, nigga, run a lap

Uh

Fifty six thousand

All Money In, in

All Money In, in

No motherfuckin' money out, nigga

Alright, that's it, they good

You think I don't know that?

You know, what I know

How many times I been on the other end of that fuckin' phone?

Twenty six times

Ray, but you just got done saying you and Sonny Black are friends

You were, you know?

Donnie, I got sent for

In our thing, you get sent for

You go in alive, you come out dead

And it's your best friend that does it