| Ay, my nigga
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| I came too far, I can’t let my plans change
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| I’m going broke on dope to get my flip my last chain
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| To pop the tops off the bubbly on the yacht
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| Sippin' Rose and Cliquot, I do it with my people
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| Them same niggas guaped out count cash with me
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| Plus them same niggas that hopped out quick to blast with me
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| And stood by my side when they tried to blast niggas
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| And never ran, never scared like a man shouldn’t
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| Recollectin' my reflection on a smoker bike
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| Late night, nigga dropped death in a smoker pipe
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| He disappeared like thick fog into the open night
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| And doubled back with more crack and got some smoker’s light
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| Now double that, that’s more black with no hope in life
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| Can’t run from that 'cause that’s a fact and you know it’s right
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| I wish my niggas could wake up and focus right
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| And I don’t give a fuck about the type of music Oprah like
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| I ain’t no street nigga, I’m the street, nigga
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| Slauson muthafuckin' Ave, every word I speak, nigga
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| And if I’m lying, God strike me in the booth
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| Got my record label logo on the side of my shoe
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| Slauson Boy beaters, nigga, and they Crippin' blue
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| And your bitch on my dick, so make sure you buy two
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| Try who? |
| Not Hussle, don’t fuck with him
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| Skinny nigga, no muscle, so I buck niggas
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| Silly nigga, no hustle, no bucks
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| While my 'Lac be the bank like a fuckin' Brinks truck, nigga
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| And it ain’t nothin' that you haters never seen
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| Picture everything that you haters wanna be
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| I’m young, I’m fresh, and feelin' myself
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| I’m gettin' money on the books, no more concealing my wealth, man
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| I sleep at night, there’s no feeling like it
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| Cop the iPhone, man, I’m shittin' on your Sidekick
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| 745 floatin' with a fly bitch
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| La Costra Nostra, nigga, this is my shit
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| A Slauson baby, 1−9-85 shit
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| Fourteen-five a bird on some pie shit
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| Walkin' out the Fox Hills on some fly shit
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| I’m just living life on some «limit is the sky» shit
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| I’m on some «Ribbon in the Sky» shit
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| Classic music, you could view it
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| Few dispute it, 'cause these niggas know I really do it
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| I shoot up your spot, make you niggas move units
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| I grew up to Pac, who was bangin' in his music
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| People tryna blame that for the gang related shootings
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| But save that, this is everyday movement
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| Can’t bring tool the school then the students stay truant
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| Yep, and them streets gotta school you
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| No curriculum, they teach a nigga, get your gun
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| You met your enemies but you ain’t checked your biggest one
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| Look, with no curriculum, they teach a nigga, get your gun
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| You met your enemies but you ain’t checked your biggest one, nigga
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| We’ve come too far
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| We can’t be stopped, we’re taking over
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| (We're taking over)
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| We’ve come too far to fall back now
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| We’ve come too far
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| We can’t be stopped, we’re taking over
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| (We're taking over)
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| We’ve come too far to fall back now
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| Come from the bottom, sometimes they gon' hate
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| Try to take your breath from the back, smile up in your face
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| Some of these bad as bottoms, just I’m pregnant by the game
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| These fake ass haters at my show screamin' my name
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| It’s so lonely at the top, people don’t understand
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| It’s your time, so feel me, 'cause this is who I am
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| Oh, oh, oh… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Onetake Freestyle Pt.2, artist - Nipsey Hussle. Album song Bullets Ain't Got No Name Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп