One Take freestyle

Uh-huh, yeah, hustle music

Break down your blunts, roll up your kush

Get your mind right

Y'all feel comfortable, early morning, check it out

I'm on the block with these rocks, posted, loc'in'

Low-key, so Johnny think I'm smokin', focused

On nothing more than getting to my quota, hopin'

The block roll before they start patrollin', I'm knowin'

They watchin' us, binoculars and scopin'

Bumpin' up the smokers, tryna ask 'em what I sold 'em

My mind state: money over everything underneath the sun

And death cock the barrel of my gun, it go bang

Don't ask me why I gangbang, no thang

It's easy, believe me, the coppers, they need me

I pay their salary, they know that

My calories were way too heavy to stop, I'm on the block

I'm choppin' down ounces, halfs, sevens

Boulders, dimes, nicks, whatever

I'm going, forever, I'm never gon' stop it

The profit, I flip it, the spots, I'm switchin'

The Glocks, I spit at any nigga lookin' like oppo-sition

And any action, it got conse-quences

And death around is about as common as sense is

Case it go bang, case it go spray, case it go pow

Case it go after the enemies I wacked out

Case it go before the guy owe ya knocked out

Case it go through the plywood holding up your house, it ain't

Man, I'm tryna hold your key to the city

The key to having cake, no break, full grizzly

Silverback gorilla catchin' cocaine frisbees

Cookin' up a cookie on a propane chimney

Nipsey, Hussle in the house, I'm 'bout my paper

If money is a bitch, then I'm a rapist 'cause I take her

It's funny niggas spit about the game like they a player

But they ain't Shaq and Kobe so they just another Laker

And they don't rap they life, so they just another faker

They frontin' for these hoes, hoes frontin' for the dough

And me, I'm front and center, with this hustlin', I'm a pro

Last name, Hussle, first name, Nipsey

See, I'ma stay fresh, y'all can stay bummy

Y'all can chase pussy, but I'ma chase money

You only live once, and niggas die young

You live by the bullet, you gon' die by the gun

Comin' off of Slauson, where niggas hate your guts

See you ridin' high, they wanna set you up

Probably jealous of ya, never get enough

Money ain't the root of all evil -- nigga, what?

Look into my eyes and tell me what you see

I've been on the grind since the age of 14

Started with a quarter, bought my first bucket

Bought my first gun, said "Fuck it" then I bust it

It ain't the ones I fucked off, it's the ones I fuck with

It ain't the ones I tramp treat, it's the ones I trusted

Jealousy and envy, I see it all around me

Kill because I'm up, if I was broke, they'd probably clown me

But I don't give a fuck about this small talk

Road to the riches, they stuck up in the crosswalk

I blow past 'em, though

And burn rubber off Pirelli low pros

My leather's so soft and I'm ridin' solo

My sunroof cracked and I'm blowin' out smoke

All they said was "Hussle, don't light up no mo'"

All I do is hustle, so in light of my goal

I do what the fuck I tell myself to

Do not what the fuck you try to tell me

So nigga, fuck you, we could squabble, we could shoot

We could play the same game, we could act like it's cool

But you won't get me, before I get you