Spark Master Tape, 2Pac, Nipsey Hussle - Indelible lyrics

Me? I'm gettin' back rubs
From these leather seats (Yuh)
Negotiatin' equity positions you'll never be 
(Nigga) rap sheet full of felonies (yeah)
Status symbol on my set of keys
They say I was sellin' dreams
Back to the brick wall, I'm inhalin' trees
Visualizin' hella cheese
You can smell the weed
Niggas doubt, pessimism ain't affectin' me
Fuel to the fire
Took it higher than they ever see
Frequent flight seat like seven seas
Shoppin' spree spent about eleven Gs
Eyes bloodshot, I don't ever sleep
My niggas act on instinct
We don't ever think
When confronted with a problem
We don't ever flee
We connected at the bottom like the letter V
So accustomed to the pop, we don't even blink
When them shots go off, get the Glock
Show off yellow tape a nigga
He grew up to hate a nigga
Nothin' major, nigga, just a demonstration
Nigga within the matrix, nigga
I drew illustrations with him
Words, that is, for sure, that is
Look, that nigga got his off the curb
That is so how the fuck is niggas
So concerned with his?
I be baffled by the fact
When niggas burn their bridge
And try to double back like
"What the fuck is that?"

Only once in a lifetime, touch my soul
Go slow baby boo, don't rush the flow
Got me all weak baby but I'm strong in parts
With more bounce to the ounce
With the longest parts

I ain't been the trusting type
Never gave a fuck about a bitch or a wife
Creep through the streets psycho
Bitch take her life
Back with a mask that's attached to a life
Darken my tats then we blast then ignite
Fire from they body
Bring the flash to the night
Tired but I'm hungry, got a banquet tonight
Sleepin on my ass won't last
Yo' ass as a blanket tonight

Fuck they marriage and they children
So they havin' these dogs
(shit was lookin' like a gremlin)
Duck down you get shot in the sixes
Buckshot through the lung, you
Be coughin and twitching, oKAY?
Got pie like pans in the kitchen, bitch
Fuck rap, i'mma wrap up their vision
It's never gon' change
Bang now 'til we sever our brains
Can't touch me, Faraday cage
One of us with the ammo but
The banger like the cancer don't (bang)

Yuh overtime 'cause I ain't have a mic
I was in that Chevy yuh
Overtime (Overtime) 'cause I ain't have a mic
I was in that Chevy playin' Savage Life
Niggas lookin' like I had it wrong (Wrong)
Now them niggas know I had it right (Right)
They don't know about them sleepless nights
Them lookin' for a reason nights
They say it's six degrees in life
Opportunity, preparation, they meet
It's nice (Nice, nice)

You see me up in Neiman's, right?
My chain and my pinky bright (Bright)
I valet this Mercedes Benz (Benz)
Lookin' like somebody that people like (Like)
Can't but help to think how fake it is
This world and this music biz
I just want all of this paper, though
(Paper, though)
So maybe I could try and change this shit
Maybe, me, I'm too ambitious
Or maybe this a new dimension
Maybe them, they too religious
Maybe they judge my intentions
But either way, I'm on my mission
In the sky, for our love, I'ma tie a ribbon
Life's a bitch, lady luck my woman
Forever you my lady, I'm your fuckin' nigga

Overtime (Overtime) 'cause I ain't have a mic
I was in that Chevy playin' Savage Life
Niggas lookin' like I had it wrong (Wrong)
Now them niggas know I had it right (Right)
They don't know about them sleepless nights
Them lookin' for a reason nights
They say it's six degrees in life
Opportunity, preparation, they meet
It's nice (Nice, nice)

Cappin' for a cheaper price
Hustlin' for a bucket
Keep your sneakers tight