Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mac 11 on the Dresser, artist - Nipsey Hussle. Album song The Marathon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: All Money In No Money Out
Song language: English
Mac 11 on the Dresser |
It’s like 2 o’clock in the studio |
Backed up on the leaks, man, my shit crasp |
But I’m back at you niggas though, you know? |
I guess this fifty five thousand |
So we gon' do it like this |
Uh, Hussle, nigga |
One take too |
Look, uh |
Mac 11 on my dresser drawer |
Model bitches like, «Nipsey, what’s the weapon for?» |
Niggas tryna take, I give 'em nothin' less than war |
So what’s understood there is no explanation for |
Put the box in concrete, then put the safe in floor |
Extra thick carpet, that’s what we laid it for |
Young niggas gettin' money’s what I make it for |
Play this out your Range Rover and Mercedes door |
Uh |
I graduated from havin' haters |
Now I see it all as fake love, so don’t congratulate us |
And thank god for my imagination |
I seen the vision, I’m in it, and now I’m after greatness |
I know that God got me so I practice patience |
Most the time I look inside and find the answers waitin' |
Been tryna change my life but it’s aggravating |
Making the same mistakes twice, I’m shackled to Satan |
So Let’s make a toast to the real niggas |
Self-made success, know how it feel, nigga |
Uh, now raise your glass to the real women |
You know the one who man in jail but she still with him |
Out here on her own but she deal with it |
So I’m gon' tip my S-dome 'cause I’m feeling ya |
I represent that any means necessary |
Chopper in the window pane, lifestyle legendary |
Been treated a lot of ways, it was never fairly |
So we gon' shoot before we march like February |
And they don’t like when I rap like that |
They rather I talk about the crime that’s always black on black |
And say, «Neighborhood of sixty Crip,» in every rap |
So they can play my tape in court and try to lock me up for that |
But I’m cool |
Tell them judges, «Look, I’m never goin' back» |
It’s a marathon, nigga, run a lap |
Uh |
Fifty six thousand |
All Money In, in |
All Money In, in |
No motherfuckin' money out, nigga |
Alright, that’s it, they good |
You think I don’t know that? |
You know, what I know |
How many times I been on the other end of that fuckin' phone? |
Twenty six times |
Ray, but you just got done saying you and Sonny Black are friends |
You were, you know? |
Donnie, I got sent for |
In our thing, you get sent for |
You go in alive, you come out dead |
And it’s your best friend that does it |