Nipsey Hussle, Ken Malik - Get Away lyrics

Yeah, why would I stop?
When you get money like this
You gotta ask yourself that question
They say the greatest threat
To your future success
Is your current success, that’s why I go hard

Ah, look, 7 Series black Benz
Gun metal Mac 10 yellow bone trophy
She gonna blow me as I back in
Marijuana smoking
Black Versace shade glass tint
Cover up my bloodshot eyes like an aspirin
Nigga, ballin', that’s your past tense
I’m the present and the future
Of this rap shit
Don’t act like you can’t hear it
You should fear it
Kill me, can’t mute my spirit
Want a feature? Cut the check or nigga
You can’t clear it
Undisputed on the West if not
Who came near it? Get at him with respect or
Young dude won’t hear it
It’s 20K in some states
Just for dude appearance, and look
You start getting rap money
They say you act funny
But, I remember how I thought
When I was that hungry
You let them take your sack from you
You’ll be back bummy
So niggas be ready to kill
'fore they let crew take all
Their racks from them
Same mind state, different grind rate
The desperation tenfold 'cause
The price changed
Make a hundred thousand dollars off a lick
Or you can make 10 million off a hit
Nigga, not to mention
All the glamour and the glitz
Sold his soul for the fame - damn
Ain’t that a bitch?
Ah, and when I pull up they say
"Ain’t that the 6?"
You talk money but I ain’t that convinced

I’m getting paid, sometimes I wanna get away
'Cause these days niggas fake
I’m on my grind
I'm thankful I ain’t doing time
That’s why I’m solo when I ride
I’m getting paid, sometimes I wanna get away
'Cause these days niggas fake
Wake up on my money with
No emotions on my face
Keep a choppa at the house and
A 40 on my waist

My strive, that’s all a nigga got
I’m the last one to lead
The first one to bleed the block
Now that, grind mode can’t stop, won’t stop
I’m just tryna turn that 1997 to a yacht
Uh, and put my son in the spot
So he ain’t never gotta worry 'bout
The shit that he ain’t got
Just watch how I put my niggas in position
Without a handout given
We was out here fly living
Ah, I’m innocent until the jury plead
Guilty, your bitch feelin' how
My jewelry bleeds
Bro, what? You niggas ain't no kin to me
A bunch of broke niggas suffering
From in the breeze
Hopeless ass rap bitches in it for the cheese
Can't get comfortable
I’m working on that enemy
The hustle there, my nigga
Though you're lacking energy
Every 16 will bring you closer to Ken Malik

I’m getting paid, sometimes I wanna get away
'Cause these days niggas fake
I’m on my grind
I'm thankful I ain’t doing time
That’s why I’m solo when I ride
I’m getting paid, sometimes I wanna get away
'Cause these days niggas fake
Wake up on my money with
No emotions on my face
Keep a choppa at the house and
A 40 on my waist ay