| Mogul and they know that
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| Logo on my floor mat
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| Courtside Chamberland throwback match my Rolex
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| Everywhere I go, flex
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| Valley park on some loc shit
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| Whole lot of smoke in that Rari, that thing potent
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| Burning rubber, wearing cameras, they was undercovers
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| Under pressure, made statements, turned on they brothers
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| Never judge you, but the streets will never love you
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| I wonder what it come to you in your brain to make you run to ones that hate us
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| And cuff us and mace us
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| All us dumb niggas cause our culture is contagious
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| Third generation, South Central gang banging
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| Had lived long enough to see it changing
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| Think it’s time we make arrangements
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| Finally wiggle out they mazes
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| Find me out in different places
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| In a spoke by the door, this the infiltration
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| Double back, dressed in blue laces
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| They killed Dr. Sebi, he was teaching health
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| I fuck with Rick Ross cause he teaching wealth
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| Dropped out of school, I’ma teach myself
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| Made my first mil' on my own, I don’t need your help
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| All black Tom Ford, it’s a special evening
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| City council meeting, they got Hussle speaking
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| Billion dollar project bout to crack the cement
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| So one of our investments had become strategic
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| Summer roll '18, man it’s such a season
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| Bout to make more partners look like fuckin' geniuses
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| We was in the Regal, it was me and Steven
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| We done took a dream and turned it to a zenith
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| Anything I want and everything I needed
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| Gotta pace yourself, it’s all about yo' breathing
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| You can have it all, it’s all about your reason
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| I done took my name and carved it into cement
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| I flashback on that shootout at the beach
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| Twenty deep, you tryin' to squeeze, your gun jammed and they released
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| Blood on your tee, how many stains? |
| I see three
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| The bitch started to panic so I made her switch seats
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| Driving now, police chopper ahead flying now
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| Really not too spooked calmly asked me «am I dying now?»
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| All I know is keep you common collected
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| Cracking jokes like «nigga, now you gon' be finally respected»
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| See your blood leaking, got my foot on this gas
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| Tossed the forty, we pull up to Daniel free as he crash
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| You know the alibi
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| They started shooting, we was standing by
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| Ain’t see nothing, but the flare from the teles fly
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| I wasn’t there, I was passing by
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| Matter fact, don’t say shit, I’m just gon' drop you in the back and slide
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| That’s yo weed, all the cash is mine
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| I took 'em both to the spot plus your phone til you back online |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blue Laces 2, artist - Nipsey Hussle. Album song Victory Lap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп