​toasty digital, Rick Ross, Nipsey Hussle - 24 (INTERLUDE) lyrics

Dear Lord, make it alright
Dear Lord, make it alright

My last white 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
(Twenty-four hours)
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
(Twenty-four candles)
Every time I step on the block
My dick on the line
Burning like a candle in Vеrsace sandals
My persona on the camеra
That's just how it's handled
Put me in, coach, I'm going to the paint
(Twenty-four hours)
Ran a couple two-a days ad
Took me to the bank
Mark my words, I know you're broke
I see it in your face
Art Basel, twin chains
I spend it on the vase
US Marshals came to cut the gates
(Twenty-four candles)
I'm Double M, I'm known to beat the case

Twenty-four hours twenty-four candles
Twenty-four hours twenty-four hours
Twenty-four candles twenty-four hours
Twenty-four hours

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 of that's 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

Twenty-four hours