Nipsey Hussle, Y2, Cuzzy Capone, Freeway - Fucc Um lyrics

Yeah, we know you used to
Put in work that's old
Nigga and we seen your paperwork you told
All these niggas either sniffing glass or
They living off the past
When i'm blowing money fast with my bros
Lately I been seeing niggas sell they soul
How you catch a case and bail out on parole?
I've been state to state getting
Money on the road
Had to reevaluate who I could to
Talk to on the phone
Switch it up, spit the game pay attention
You should listen up
Follow code and one day you 'gon
Get as rich as us seven digit
Street nigga that ain't rich enough
Forty million on the crib
Like that nigga Puff
Niggas buying yachts, niggas buying jets
That make me wanna buy the
Block just to reinvest
Help my young niggas catch it
Before it's nothing left
Bury me the realest ever did it yet
Hopefully my day ones will remember this
Keep that shit a hunnid one until the death
Even when I'm gone they'll see I never left
Looking at the whip like, "glad I never quit"
Pass my niggas women thought we'd never hit
Stickin' to the script get
Rich and never switch
All my role models doin' sentences yeah

Fuck em all fuck em all
Fuck em all fuck em all
Fuck em all fuck em all
Fuck em all fuck em all
Fuck em all fuck em all fuck em all

Fuck each and every one of them
I fear none of them
Frank Lucas push his roof back
In front of him
Leave a nigga toothless when it
Comes to the loot
I go stupid with the butt of the gun
Know where i'm coming from?
North Philly where Fraizer
And Muhammad sparred
Last named Ahkbar they calling all cop cars
When they pull you over
They might shoot you over moving
Now that we Truman they know who we are
They took a king from us
They X'd Malcolm out
You kidding me? I did my own black history
Studied Illmatic
Reasonable Doubt that's the main reason why
These rappers can't get with me fuck em all
I hear the whistle know it's time to ball
Y'all niggas throwing fouls but
Y'all don't wanna brawl
How you going on a mission
With no vision? Fuck
Stevies like a sight look
At Stevie's ambition
We hood niggas that get it

Fuck em all fuck em all
Fuck em all fuck em all
Fuck em all fuck em all
Fuck em all fuck em all
Fuck em all fuck em all fuck em all

Different nigga now that my pop's gone
Low tolerance promise you'd get popped on
Microwave the bullets sounding like popcorn
Grind heavy the cops come or the rocks gone
Same nigga, so what? The time's changed
When I couldn't get money I used to find ways
Counting thousands off the cavi
In the hallway it wasn't long before I
Figured out crime pays
We still in search of them bright days
Dark streets, only light when police raid
Where niggas stress out and
Let that shots off
Los Scan, like a skillet it'll pop off
I hit the ave and posted with the uncut raw
Sacked it up and told niggas
I had the cake moss nothing fancy
Protect myself with the eight ball
It wasn't easy I had to hustle on Hyde Park

Bury me the realest that ever did it yeah
Hopefully my day ones will remember this
Keep that shit a hunnid on until the death
Even when I'm gone they'll see I never left
Looking at the whip like, "glad I never quit"
Pass my niggas women thought we'd never hit
Stickin' to the script get
Rich and never switch
All my role models doin' sentences
Fuck em all fuck em all
Fuck em all fuck em all
Fuck em all fuck em all
Fuck em all fuck em all
Fuck em all fuck em all fuck em all