Nipsey Hussle - Face the World lyrics
[Nipsey Hussle - Face the World lyrics]
When all dreams seem to die
The summer's gone, the breeze stops blowing
The sun just leaves the sky
Yeah uh
Yeah, this your life, you can play with it
You make your bed, you gon' lay in it
Do your thing, just be safe with it
Triple bunks in the state prison
Blue laces in my blue chucks
I ain't never gave two fucks
BET I chucked the hood up
Asking if that nigga Nip hood, what
Like I wouldn't take it to the back with you
Same nigga walk the track with you
Same nigga shot a strap with you
Same nigga bought a sack with you
Nineteen touchin' two birds
Alpinas off a few swerves
Grey leather in my white Lincoln
Shit smellin' like a new purse
Two C's on my bitch shit
My money risin' like Bisquick
Six words help you get this
Rich Rapper On Some Crip Shit
I prayed for blessings as a young nigga
Not to learn the hard lessons
Of a drug dealer
Triple life with a gang enhancement
The judge triple white and
He hate your blackness
Slam the gavel with a racist passion
Got you waitin' on appeals
But your patience passin'
All you've got to offer is a fight
It's too late to run to Christ once
You caught up in this life look
So face the world now or cry face the world-
So face- face the world-
Look don't cry tears, they don't fly here
And if you don't die here
You supposed to fly lears
365 here is like a dog year
No wonder why these niggas 20
And got white hairs
Stressin' like they 40 and some change
It's lonely in this game
All my homies is in pain
And brodie is the slang
But it don't mean he your brother
It don't mean you can trust him
It don't mean that he love you
And we was raised wrong but we stayed strong
And when we kept it real, we got faked on
And when we showed up, we got flaked on
While them niggas story's gettin' cake holmes
I bet my life I'm a dice shaker
Electric lights on a skyscraper
It's up and downs for a real nigga
But, you'll be lame all your life, hater
Mac-10 in my black Benz
Show me signals of betrayal
Can't be back friends
Long flights get my mind right
Victory to me is when you
Spend your time right
Victory to me is when you
Get your grind right
Victory to me is when you get your moms right
Niggas, got this shit twisted
Like Jean-Michel Basquiat destroyed
His pictures self-inflicted homicide
Don't pull the trigger
I feel like I got to tell
You you got something to contribute
Regardless what you into
Regardless what you been through
I feel like I got to tell
You you got something to contribute
Something to contribute
So face the world now (Now)
So face the world, or so face the world
The summer's gone, the breeze stops blowing
The sun just leaves the sky
Yeah uh
Yeah, this your life, you can play with it
You make your bed, you gon' lay in it
Do your thing, just be safe with it
Triple bunks in the state prison
Blue laces in my blue chucks
I ain't never gave two fucks
BET I chucked the hood up
Asking if that nigga Nip hood, what
Like I wouldn't take it to the back with you
Same nigga walk the track with you
Same nigga shot a strap with you
Same nigga bought a sack with you
Nineteen touchin' two birds
Alpinas off a few swerves
Grey leather in my white Lincoln
Shit smellin' like a new purse
Two C's on my bitch shit
My money risin' like Bisquick
Six words help you get this
Rich Rapper On Some Crip Shit
I prayed for blessings as a young nigga
Not to learn the hard lessons
Of a drug dealer
Triple life with a gang enhancement
The judge triple white and
He hate your blackness
Slam the gavel with a racist passion
Got you waitin' on appeals
But your patience passin'
All you've got to offer is a fight
It's too late to run to Christ once
You caught up in this life look
So face the world now or cry face the world-
So face- face the world-
Look don't cry tears, they don't fly here
And if you don't die here
You supposed to fly lears
365 here is like a dog year
No wonder why these niggas 20
And got white hairs
Stressin' like they 40 and some change
It's lonely in this game
All my homies is in pain
And brodie is the slang
But it don't mean he your brother
It don't mean you can trust him
It don't mean that he love you
And we was raised wrong but we stayed strong
And when we kept it real, we got faked on
And when we showed up, we got flaked on
While them niggas story's gettin' cake holmes
I bet my life I'm a dice shaker
Electric lights on a skyscraper
It's up and downs for a real nigga
But, you'll be lame all your life, hater
Mac-10 in my black Benz
Show me signals of betrayal
Can't be back friends
Long flights get my mind right
Victory to me is when you
Spend your time right
Victory to me is when you
Get your grind right
Victory to me is when you get your moms right
Niggas, got this shit twisted
Like Jean-Michel Basquiat destroyed
His pictures self-inflicted homicide
Don't pull the trigger
I feel like I got to tell
You you got something to contribute
Regardless what you into
Regardless what you been through
I feel like I got to tell
You you got something to contribute
Something to contribute
So face the world now (Now)
So face the world, or so face the world