Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Spell Success, artist - Nipsey Hussle. Date of issue: 20.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can't Spell Success |
| Fuck high school I’m trying find a lick |
| Can’t spell success, but I can buy a Six |
| Kicked me out the house, and told them they can split |
| Moved off of 60th, and on to 5th |
| Stood in front of Nix and sold 200 nicks |
| Drop it on the hood, by some scandolous crips |
| Bought my first Cutlass, eyes on my tip |
| 30 in the .40 incase you wanna trip |
| Blacc Sam told me, Hussle, that’s 200 cent |
| It was when I knew the world was mine without a fucking blimp |
| Mostly 50s, 20's and a couple 10's |
| Moms counted with us, then she got a Benz |
| Thanks to my mother, both my aunties and my grandma |
| God bless you, cause I know I was a handful |
| The foundation, I was running through the sandbox |
| With the growing pains, but the love never ran out |
| Became a man watching uncle Reg' and grandpa |
| Corey taught me how to squabble with my head up |
| He told me, you will stop losing when you’re fed up |
| Show me how to get my own fucking handout |
| Where I’m at, niggas die walking to the corner store |
| Instead of progress, candles burn and the Remy pours |
| Keep an extra set of eyes if you’re getting yours |
| Desert Eagle shells flying straight through them hemi doors |
| And back at Charlie’s with the cavi when I hug floors |
| Left Slip rocks, wanting to be drug lord |
| At Penny Pinches used to hustle to the crack of dawn |
| If you ain’t tryna get the money, what you in it for? |
| What you in it for? |
| I’m trynna get the dough (Cash!) |
| Count me up |
| Stay on the lot |
| Money, power and respect for the chosen few |
| Came through on low pros now they know to shoot |
| Nineteen, fuck rap, I’m the local truth |
| Me and Hub had the Alpinas, we the only two |
| Promote the gang, live and die for my rollie chain |
| Rich, gang banging music, I know my lane |
| Curb servin' off the corner was a protege |
| Pop the trunk and I’m manifesting my mobile ways |
| Real Estate, repossessed and do you know the pain? |
| Brodie in the state, I’m on the block quarter ounce of 'caine |
| Life cycles and circles that bubble into rage |
| Turn to self-destructive behavior, somebody light some sage |