Nipsey hussle victory lap lyrics Ermias Asghedom / Stacy Barthe

Woah oh, woah oh, woah oh
Like the beginning of “Mean Streets” (oh)
Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
I’m prolific, so gifted
I’m the type that’s gon’ go get it, no kidding
Breaking down a Swisher in front of yo’ building
Sitting on the steps feeling no feelings
Last night, it was cold killing
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
Hunnit proof flow, run and shoot pro
458 drop, playing 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 holler at me, I got Cubans on the low”
Flew to Cancun, smoking Cubans on the boat
And docked at Tulum just to smoke
Look, listening to music at the Mayan Ruins
True devotion on the bluest ocean, cruising
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 y’all motherfuckers used to
Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
I’m a urban legend, South Central in a certain section
Can’t express how I curbed detectives
Guess it’s, evidence of a divine presence
Blessings, help me out at times I seem reckless
F it, he got a L, but got an E for effort
Stretched it, dropped him off in the Mojave desert, then left him
Ain’t no answer to these trick questions
Money making Nip, straighten out my jewelry on my bitch dresser
Well known, flick up and jail pose
Snatching champagne bottles from Ricos ’til T show
Whatever, nigga, we playing chess not checkers, nigga
Thirty-eight special for you clever niggas
See bro, if you ain’t live and die by the street codes
Been through all these motions, up and down like a seesaw
I can never view you as my equal
Fuck I want to hear your CD for?
like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
(Woah) like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
(Woah) like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
(We gotta make it) like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
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 wasting 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 don’t see in due time, I be making mil’s
Bossed up in this game, I been making 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 a savage
I make one phone call and the rest get handled
This just another front step with candles
Lil’ message from the set, we accept your challenge
Woah oh, woah oh, woah oh
Woah, woah
We can
Yeah we gotta
We gotta make
Oh, we gotta make it
We gotta make it
Victory Lap
Songwriters: Ermias Asghedom / Stacy Barthe


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