Nipsey Hussle, Goldie - Onetake Freestyle Pt. 2 lyrics

Ay, my nigga
I came too far, I can't let my plans change
I’m going broke on dope to get
My flip my last chain
To pop the tops off the bubbly on the yacht
Sippin' Rose and Cliquot
I do it with my people
Them same niggas guaped out
Count cash with me
Plus them same niggas that hopped out
Quick to blast with me
And stood by my side when
They tried to blast niggas and never ran
Never scared like a man shouldn't
Recollectin’ my reflection on a smoker bike
Late night
Nigga dropped death in a smoker pipe
He disappeared like thick fog
Into the open night
And doubled back with more crack
And got some smoker's light now double that
That's more black with no hope in life
Can't run from that 'cause that's a
Fact and you know it's right
I wish my niggas could wake
Up and focus right
And I don't give a fuck about
The type of music Oprah like
I ain’t no street nigga, I’m the street
Nigga
Slauson muthafuckin' Ave, every word I speak
Nigga
And if I’m lying, God strike me in the booth
Got my record label logo on
The side of my shoe
Slauson Boy beaters, nigga
And they Crippin' blue
And your bitch on my dick
So make sure you buy two
Try who? Not Hussle, don't fuck with him
Skinny nigga, no muscle, so I buck niggas
Silly nigga, no hustle, no bucks
While my 'Lac be the bank
Like a fuckin’ Brinks truck, nigga
And it ain't nothin' that
You haters never seen
Picture everything that you haters wanna be
I'm young, I'm fresh, and feelin' myself
I'm gettin' money on the books
No more concealing my wealth, man
I sleep at night, there's no feeling like it
Cop the iPhone, man
I'm shittin' on your Sidekick
745 floatin' with a fly bitch
La Costra Nostra, nigga, this is my shit
A Slauson baby, 1-9-85 shit
Fourteen-five a bird on some pie shit
Walkin' out the Fox Hills on some fly shit
I'm just living life on some
"limit is the sky" shit
I'm on some "Ribbon in the Sky" shit
Classic music, you could view it
Few dispute it
'cause these niggas know I really do it
I shoot up your spot
Make you niggas move unit's
I grew up to Pac
Who was bangin' in his music
People tryna blame that for
The gang related shootings
But save that, this is everyday movement
Can't bring tool the school then
The students stay truant
Yep, and them streets gotta school you
No curriculum, they teach a nigga
Get your gun you met your enemies but you
Ain't checked your biggest one
Look, with no curriculum, they teach a nigga
Get your gun you met your enemies but you
Ain't checked your biggest one, nigga

We've come too far
We can't be stopped, we're taking over
(We're taking over)
We've come too far to fall back now
We've come too far
We can't be stopped, we're taking over
(We're taking over)
We've come too far to fall back now

Come from the bottom
Sometimes they gon' hate
Try to take your breath from the back
Smile up in your face
Some of these bad as bottoms
Just I'm pregnant by the game
These fake ass haters at my
Show screamin' my name
It's so lonely at the top
People don't understand
It's your time, so feel me
'cause this is who I am oh, oh, oh