Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rich Roll, artist - Nipsey Hussle. Album song Bullets Aint Got No Name Vol.2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.04.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Direct Connect
Song language: English
Rich Roll |
Take y’all on a little trip |
To my side, Slauson Ave |
Top of the mornin' |
Ain’t nobody out yet |
Paint this picture for you |
I’m Slauson Ave. and everything on that street |
Used to carve our names into wet concrete |
Used to sell dope, and I still smoke weed |
Just got a record deal, but I been had cheese |
Lookin' at my pieces, like I been had these |
Lookin' at these streets like there is no peace |
Faded off a strain of that strongest leaf, like |
If only these damn palm trees could speak |
But they can’t, so they don’t, I could, so I will |
Some people never do it, they just wonder how it feel |
In the hour of chaos, come the water by my wheel |
Like, it’s all an illusion and the only thing real |
Is me, and we, whatever we believe |
And that’s what we project, so that’s what we perceive |
Embedded in my mind, it’s the code and the creed |
Never went against it as I rose in these streets |
We was, two deep in a cuddy on E |
And Fats dropped a blunt and burnt a hole in my seat |
Used to get butterflies when I roll with the heat |
But, not for long, say goodbye to the sweaty palm |
Young nigga on a mission, tote heavy arms |
Young nigga wanna bang, it’s a heavy cost |
Now what he got up in his brain, that’s a heavy thought |
Turned a nigga out, had us murderin' for clout, look |
And this is it |
My reality is creep |
Slauson Ave. gangbang shit |
Nip Hussle, look, look |
And this is it |
My reality is creep |
Slauson Ave. gangbang shit |
Nip Hussle |
I’m Military Drive, everything on that strip |
West Avenue and Fresno, heritage to the sticks |
That ole trailer park out on highway 90 |
Or down on Colobra road, you might find me |
Blindly pacing in the darkness, heartless |
Livin' out my car, gotta find a place to park it |
Swisher full of dirt weed, spark it up |
Lookin for change like a bum with a plastic cup |
Like fuck the police, I been harassed enough |
Where good men get turned to ash and dust |
Where cash is lust, with massive nuts I hold |
They bust AK47's 'til their guts explode |
And they stain the asphalt permanently |
Daemons hold a player down when he determined to leave |
But my kid’s graduation, I’m determined to see |
Never knew how right Jeremiah’s sermon could be |
‘Cause God damn America, the system is flawed |
So we pump this d, avoid apprehension by law |
Lay and brawl, and the black ice invisible |
It’s either Mickey D’s or be a full time criminal |
Yeah |
And this is it |
Cause my life is shit |
Hip hop is all I got |
Know what I’m talkin' about? |
Texas out to Cali' baby |
Essay to L. A |
Nip Hussle |
Slauson Boy |
Question |
Future of the south |