Nipsey Hussle - Nipsey Hussle | Funk Flex | #Freestyle089 lyrics

Bullets got blue tips like they crippin'
Nigga
Everything got 30 in it and I'm trippin'
Nigga
Refrigerated cup holders when I'm sippin'
Nigga
Fuck work, sell words, it was written, nigga
See the Staples Center from my kitchen, nigga
On the phone with Forbes, askin'
How I did it, nigga
Snatched ol' girl, it's official, nigga
Always been a man on a mission, nigga
Yeah, expect a movie, take the top off
'Bout to crossover like hotsauce
On this gutter shit, I never hopped off
Most calculated move by far
Always with a model in a fly car
Yeah thirty thousand for the pythons
Rockin' knee highs, sippin' white wine
Listenin' to In My Lifetime in the night time
Lookin' at the city skyline gettin' sky high
Took the little bitch to Popeye's
She was top five
Excitement that she get from pop
Life could never top mine
Once you get the hustle locked down
You can stockpile
Level up another notch now, like a block now
Every time I take the top
Down she arch her eyebrows
Turnin' up the music high now
She feel alive now
Love me like we from a small town
Let's make a mall round
You splurge, I splurge
Ball later and we ball now yeah, look
Nothin' can save us and we realized it
Yeah, nothin' can save us and we realized it
Yeah, nothin' can save us and we realized it
Look, look, look, look
Middle of the night, kitchen lights is on
Roll me up a back then I light my stove
She told me stay calm when the crisis on
Said I die alone, I said
Who speak in hyperbole
Translation, get the money, never wife a ho
Clip is full already
Where these s- should go?
Shoulder full already
Where these stripes should go?
These police got opinions how
My life should go
I'm screamin' fuck 'em, make 'em suck
A dick and die tonight, you know
Bullets rain on them cut the life support
My section ride for sport
Every night of course
Niggas dying every day
That's the price of war
Gang members spendin' thousands at
The nicest stores
I levitate on 5-star luxury
Every time I ride shit come for me
Look, grind, I'm stuck in this grind
Stuck in this grind I'm stuck in this grind
Look me in my eyes, call me on my lies
Stuck in this grind, Look
Nothin' can save us and we realized it
We knew the outcome and we still tried it
That south central state of mind
I'm in the field logic to be a real rider
You took this shit to the extreme
And you ain't feel honest
Now this blood is on your hands
You hope these bills wash it
Sinkin' deeper in regret and
That's the real faucet
See everybody go for self
That was the real Slauson
But do this, win, lose or draw
That was a real promise 'Til death do us
What's most important was rep to us
Set schoolers to love a
Lie and respect shooters reflect to it
This year I'm droppin' my best music
Hope you niggas get rich and
Then reinvest to it
I wish you niggas successes minus
The stress to it a lot of stages
Lot of losses and regrets to it
The game of life
You ain't the type that would accept losin'
Whatever's left to it, flying in a jet to it
Yeah, stuck in this grind
Yeah, stuck in this grind
I'm stuck in this grind
Look me in my eyes, call me on my lies
Stuck in this grind, yeah

Look, look, look, look
Money power and respect for the chosen few
Came through on low pros now they notice you
19, fuck rap, I'm the local troupe
Me and Hump had the alpinas, we the only two
Promote the gang, live and die for my rollie
Chain
Rich, gang banger music, I know my lane
Curb servin' off the corner, was a protégé
I pop the trunk and I
Manifested my mogul ways
Do you know the pain
Brodie in the state, I'm on the block
Quarter ounce of cane
Life cycles in circles that bubble into rage
Turning self-destruction behavior
Somebody light some sage
Yeah, stuck getting his grind
I'm stuck in this grind
Stuck in this grind, I'm stuck in this grind
Look me in my eyes, call me on my lies
Yeah, yeah, stuck in this grind, yeah
Cash out continuous mogul in the makin'
Autonomous black businesses
Broken culture that we all lost niggas in
Elevated innovation over ignorance
I represent it, Suburban tinted
Five or less percentage
Closed crime 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 nothin' realer
Faced with this decision
It's a funny feelin'
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
These champagne Honda Civics
They was takin' pictures
Young niggas front the buildings tryin'
To make a livin'
Always figured they was jealous 'cause
We made it quicker
And never asked for no favors, nigga
Look, hey stuck in this grind
I'm stuck in this grind
Stuck in this grind, I'm stuck in this grind
Look me in my eyes, call me on my lies
Stuck in this grind, I'm stuck in this grind