Nipsey Hussle, Rick Ross - Mark My Words lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nipsey Hussle, Rick Ross - Mark My Words lyrics]
I'm different
Grind strenuous, cash out continuous
Mogul in the making
Autonomous black businesses
Broken culture that we all lost niggas in
Elevated innovation over ignorance
I represent it
Suburban tinted, five or less percentage
Closed cur but the Mac-11 muzzle vintage
Go flourish
Double back and come and get your niggas
Pass the power to your people
It ain't nothing realer
Faced with this decision it's a funny feeling
Knowing when you tell the truth they
Gon' come and kill you
Knowing people need some proof
Went and got the millions
Stressed a young nigga out
But I'm so resilient
The champagne, Honda Civics
They was taking pictures
Young niggas in front the buildings
Tryna make a living
Or I just figured they was jealous
Cause we made it quicker
And never asked for no favors, nigga, look
Real shit you can mark my words
'85 Cutlass, I'll make my swerves
These ho niggas tryna take what's yours
Take a stand or have to take one first
Back him up, but only take one burst
With white chalk I'll make
'em paint your curb
Rest in peace, have 'em paint your shirt
If a nigga's tryna take my worth
But, you know
My last wire was 20 million
So familiar like Tookie Williams
I'm in the building
My conversation is cash money
I fly private, rarely do I have luggage
Riding through the ghetto, where I'm from
The kids love me
Every day I'm rocking jewels
I know they wanna touch me
Repercussions mandatory when you injure mine
Every time I step on the block
My dick on the line
Burning like a candle in Versace sandals
My persona on the camera
That's just how it's handled
Put me in, coach, I'm going to the paint
Ran a couple two-a days and
Took me to the bank
Mark my words, I know you're broke
I see it in your face
Art Basel, two-and-change
I spent it on a vase
US Marshals came to cut the gates
I'm Double M, I'm known to beat the case
Real shit you can mark my words
'85 Cutlass, I'll make my swerves
These ho niggas tryna take what's yours
Take a stand or have to take one first
Back him up, but only take one burst
With white chalk I'll make
'em paint your curb
Rest in peace, have 'em paint your shirt
If a nigga's tryna take my worth
But, you know
My nigga Nipsey, from the mud to the marble
What's up, my nigga?
It ain't 100 million in the room
Shit, let's shoot for three what's up?
Grind strenuous, cash out continuous
Mogul in the making
Autonomous black businesses
Broken culture that we all lost niggas in
Elevated innovation over ignorance
I represent it
Suburban tinted, five or less percentage
Closed cur but the Mac-11 muzzle vintage
Go flourish
Double back and come and get your niggas
Pass the power to your people
It ain't nothing realer
Faced with this decision it's a funny feeling
Knowing when you tell the truth they
Gon' come and kill you
Knowing people need some proof
Went and got the millions
Stressed a young nigga out
But I'm so resilient
The champagne, Honda Civics
They was taking pictures
Young niggas in front the buildings
Tryna make a living
Or I just figured they was jealous
Cause we made it quicker
And never asked for no favors, nigga, look
Real shit you can mark my words
'85 Cutlass, I'll make my swerves
These ho niggas tryna take what's yours
Take a stand or have to take one first
Back him up, but only take one burst
With white chalk I'll make
'em paint your curb
Rest in peace, have 'em paint your shirt
If a nigga's tryna take my worth
But, you know
My last wire was 20 million
So familiar like Tookie Williams
I'm in the building
My conversation is cash money
I fly private, rarely do I have luggage
Riding through the ghetto, where I'm from
The kids love me
Every day I'm rocking jewels
I know they wanna touch me
Repercussions mandatory when you injure mine
Every time I step on the block
My dick on the line
Burning like a candle in Versace sandals
My persona on the camera
That's just how it's handled
Put me in, coach, I'm going to the paint
Ran a couple two-a days and
Took me to the bank
Mark my words, I know you're broke
I see it in your face
Art Basel, two-and-change
I spent it on a vase
US Marshals came to cut the gates
I'm Double M, I'm known to beat the case
Real shit you can mark my words
'85 Cutlass, I'll make my swerves
These ho niggas tryna take what's yours
Take a stand or have to take one first
Back him up, but only take one burst
With white chalk I'll make
'em paint your curb
Rest in peace, have 'em paint your shirt
If a nigga's tryna take my worth
But, you know
My nigga Nipsey, from the mud to the marble
What's up, my nigga?
It ain't 100 million in the room
Shit, let's shoot for three what's up?