The Game, Nipsey Hussle - Judas' Closet lyrics
[The Game, Nipsey Hussle - Judas' Closet lyrics]
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
For these palm trees and these six fours, Nip
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
For these palm trees and these six fours
Cedar
6 0
Wife beater
Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece
Nigga, mine all gold
Chuck
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the
Devil for these palm trees and six fours
When you come from depression
To the lust for possessions
Gotta make an impression
But you can’t wait for your blessing
Model bitches stip naked
While I sip on this Texas
I’m pushing this German
Jesus piece on my neclace
These niggas gon’ test ya
And these bitches is reckless
And that money go fast
I hope you paying yo’ taxes
All the questions they askin’
All the cameras that’s flashin’
All the stress that come with it
It’s like you hustling backwards
If you ain’t breaking the bank
So we go hard everyday
And the sacrificial lamb is just
The part that you play
When you the first one in yo’ fam
To have the heart to get paid
Had the smarts to switch lanes
Had the guts to be brave
Now, and now you a star on the stage
And once they cut on them
Lights, no turning ‘em off
That’s part if the game
Wow, people caught up in your fame
And never will it be the same, this shit
Is expensive, the price that we pay
That’s why I
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
For these palm trees and these six fours, Nip
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
For these palm trees and these six fours
Cedar
6 0
Wife beater
Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece
Nigga, mine all gold
Chuck
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the
Devil for these palm trees and six fours
Clip tossin’, since niggas is brick flossin’
Now the bloods wit’ Slauson so
Niggas go get coffins
Comptons like NFL, niggas get hit often
Heavy but I green, make niggas forget Boston
Red bone bitch, she high on blue dolphins
Head game sick, she bi and switch often
It’s kush, bitch quit coughin’
My six got streets talkin’
Timbo, this shit scorchin’
Got Bloods and Crips walkin’
It’s Nip, so get up off him
We like Biggie and Jigga mayne
And Nickerson’s Marcy, Bed-Stuy is Slauson
My flow somethin’ like Nassir
I should put a pause here
...Run and tell them niggas the God’s here
This California kush got me in God’s ear
We got them Ace of Spades
But ain’t no cards here
Just a Crip, a Blood
A couple exotic cars here
And these extra long clips like Lamars here
Nip
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
For these palm trees and these six fours, Nip
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
For these palm trees and these six fours
Cedar
6 0
Wife beater
Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece
Nigga, mine all gold
Chuck
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the
Devil for these palm trees and six fours
For these palm trees and these six fours, Nip
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
For these palm trees and these six fours
Cedar
6 0
Wife beater
Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece
Nigga, mine all gold
Chuck
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the
Devil for these palm trees and six fours
When you come from depression
To the lust for possessions
Gotta make an impression
But you can’t wait for your blessing
Model bitches stip naked
While I sip on this Texas
I’m pushing this German
Jesus piece on my neclace
These niggas gon’ test ya
And these bitches is reckless
And that money go fast
I hope you paying yo’ taxes
All the questions they askin’
All the cameras that’s flashin’
All the stress that come with it
It’s like you hustling backwards
If you ain’t breaking the bank
So we go hard everyday
And the sacrificial lamb is just
The part that you play
When you the first one in yo’ fam
To have the heart to get paid
Had the smarts to switch lanes
Had the guts to be brave
Now, and now you a star on the stage
And once they cut on them
Lights, no turning ‘em off
That’s part if the game
Wow, people caught up in your fame
And never will it be the same, this shit
Is expensive, the price that we pay
That’s why I
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
For these palm trees and these six fours, Nip
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
For these palm trees and these six fours
Cedar
6 0
Wife beater
Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece
Nigga, mine all gold
Chuck
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the
Devil for these palm trees and six fours
Clip tossin’, since niggas is brick flossin’
Now the bloods wit’ Slauson so
Niggas go get coffins
Comptons like NFL, niggas get hit often
Heavy but I green, make niggas forget Boston
Red bone bitch, she high on blue dolphins
Head game sick, she bi and switch often
It’s kush, bitch quit coughin’
My six got streets talkin’
Timbo, this shit scorchin’
Got Bloods and Crips walkin’
It’s Nip, so get up off him
We like Biggie and Jigga mayne
And Nickerson’s Marcy, Bed-Stuy is Slauson
My flow somethin’ like Nassir
I should put a pause here
...Run and tell them niggas the God’s here
This California kush got me in God’s ear
We got them Ace of Spades
But ain’t no cards here
Just a Crip, a Blood
A couple exotic cars here
And these extra long clips like Lamars here
Nip
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
For these palm trees and these six fours, Nip
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
For these palm trees and these six fours
Cedar
6 0
Wife beater
Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece
Nigga, mine all gold
Chuck
Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the
Devil for these palm trees and six fours