Nipsey Hussle - Onetake Freestyle lyrics

Uh, huh, yeah, hustle music
Break down your blunts, roll up your kush
Get your mind right
Y'all feel comfortable, early morning
Check it out

I'm on the block with these rocks, posted
Loc'in'
Low-key, so Johnny think I'm smokin', focused
On nothing more than getting to my quota
Hopin'
The block roll before they start patrollin'
I'm knowin'
They watchin' us, binoculars and scopin'
Bumpin' up the smokers
Tryna ask 'em what I sold 'em
My mind state: money over
Everything underneath the sun
And death cock the barrel of my gun
It go bang
Don't ask me why I gangbang, no thang
It's easy, believe me, the coppers
They need me
I pay their salary, they know that
My calories were way too heavy to stop
I'm on the block
I'm choppin' down ounces, halfs, sevens
Boulders, dimes, nicks, whatever
I'm going, forever, I'm never gon' stop it
The profit, I flip it, the spots
I'm switchin' the Glocks
I spit at any nigga lookin' like oppo-sition
And any action, it got conse-quences
And death around is about as
Common as sense is
Case it go bang, case it go spray
Case it go pow
Case it go after the enemies I wacked out
Case it go before the guy owe ya knocked out
Case it go through the plywood
Holding up your house, it ain't
Man, I'm tryna hold your key to the city
The key to having cake, no break
Full grizzly
Silverback gorilla catchin' cocaine frisbees
Cookin' up a cookie on a propane chimney
Nipsey, Hussle in the house
I'm 'bout my paper if money is a bitch
Then I'm a rapist 'cause I take her
It's funny niggas spit about the
Game like they a player
But they ain't Shaq and Kobe
So they just another Laker
And they don't rap they life
So they just another faker
They frontin' for these hoes
Hoes frontin' for the dough
And me, I'm front and
Center, with this hustlin', i'm a pro
Last name, Hussle, first name, Nipsey
See, I'ma stay fresh, y'all can stay bummy
Y'all can chase pussy, but I'ma chase money
You only live once, and niggas die young
You live by the bullet
You gon' die by the gun
Comin' off of Slauson
Where niggas hate your guts
See you ridin' high, they wanna set you up
Probably jealous of ya, never get enough
Money ain't the root of all evil - nigga
What?
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
I've been on the grind since the age of 14
Started with a quarter
Bought my first bucket bought my first gun
Said "Fuck it" then I bust it
It ain't the ones I fucked off
It's the ones I fuck with
It ain't the ones I tramp treat
It's the ones I trusted
Jealousy and envy, I see it all around me
Kill because I'm up, if I was broke
They'd probably clown me
But, I don't give a fuck
About this small talk road to the riches
They stuck up in the crosswalk
I blow past 'em, though
And burn rubber off Pirelli low pros
My leather's so soft and I'm ridin' solo
My sunroof cracked and I'm blowin' out smoke
All they said was "Hussle
Don't light up no mo'"
All I do is hustle, so in light of my goal
I do what the fuck I tell myself to
Do not what the fuck you try to tell me
So nigga, fuck you, we could squabble
We could shoot we could play the same game
We could act like it's cool
But, you won't get me, before I get you