| It’s like 2 o’clock in the studio
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| Backed up on the leaks, man, my shit crasp
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| But I’m back at you niggas though, you know?
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| I guess this fifty five thousand
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| So we gon' do it like this
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| Uh, Hussle, nigga
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| One take too
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| Look, uh
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| Mac 11 on my dresser drawer
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| Model bitches like, «Nipsey, what’s the weapon for?»
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| Niggas tryna take, I give 'em nothin' less than war
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| So what’s understood there is no explanation for
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| Put the box in concrete, then put the safe in floor
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| Extra thick carpet, that’s what we laid it for
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| Young niggas gettin' money’s what I make it for
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| Play this out your Range Rover and Mercedes door
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| Uh
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| I graduated from havin' haters
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| Now I see it all as fake love, so don’t congratulate us
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| And thank god for my imagination
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| I seen the vision, I’m in it, and now I’m after greatness
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| I know that God got me so I practice patience
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| Most the time I look inside and find the answers waitin'
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| Been tryna change my life but it’s aggravating
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| Making the same mistakes twice, I’m shackled to Satan
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| So Let’s make a toast to the real niggas
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| Self-made success, know how it feel, nigga
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| Uh, now raise your glass to the real women
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| You know the one who man in jail but she still with him
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| Out here on her own but she deal with it
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| So I’m gon' tip my S-dome 'cause I’m feeling ya
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| I represent that any means necessary
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| Chopper in the window pane, lifestyle legendary
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| Been treated a lot of ways, it was never fairly
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| So we gon' shoot before we march like February
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| And they don’t like when I rap like that
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| They rather I talk about the crime that’s always black on black
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| And say, «Neighborhood of sixty Crip,» in every rap
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| So they can play my tape in court and try to lock me up for that
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| But I’m cool
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| Tell them judges, «Look, I’m never goin' back»
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| It’s a marathon, nigga, run a lap
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| Uh
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| Fifty six thousand
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| All Money In, in
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| All Money In, in
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| No motherfuckin' money out, nigga
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| Alright, that’s it, they good
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| You think I don’t know that?
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| You know, what I know
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| How many times I been on the other end of that fuckin' phone?
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| Twenty six times
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| Ray, but you just got done saying you and Sonny Black are friends
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| You were, you know?
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| Donnie, I got sent for
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| In our thing, you get sent for
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| You go in alive, you come out dead
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| And it’s your best friend that does it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mac 11 on the Dresser , by - Nipsey Hussle. Song from the album The Marathon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп