Nipsey Hussle - Run A Lap lyrics

It's young hussle an' I'm bout
To make it crack got a Roley on my wrist and
My city on my back shout out to bitches on
The stage getting racks
Told her it's a marathon
Now she out here running laps
It's young hussle when I'm bout
To make it clap got a Roley on my wrist and
My city on my back shout out my niggas on
The block selling crack
Told them it's a marathon
Now they out here running laps

Chip on my shoulder
For niggas that hated on us
Labels that hesitated when radio
Wouldn't play us
Rappers dropping they disses now
See us start explaining
Bitches I used to date wouldn't
Shut up and stop complaining
Now they looking salty cause I'm
Sucka ducking full time
Sipping dolce at the roosevelt
Cabana poolside
Hundred thousand ain't enough to
Buy a new ride see that's the type of
Disrespectful deal you sign
What happened nigga? last year
You was cracking nigga
This marathon got me lapping
All you rapping niggas
Been steady rising since the world got a half
A whiff of 'Hussle in the House'
And Felli Fel ran it back on niggas
Streets love me cause they know
I got crackin' in 'em took a stand
Never ran and got gaffled in 'em
Bailed out with block money, kept trappin'
And I took this rap game and put
Some real nigga passion in it

It's young hussle an' I'm bout
To make it crack got a Roley on my wrist and
My city on my back shout out to bitches on
The stage getting racks
Told her it's a marathon
Now she out here running laps
It's young hussle when I'm bout
To make it clap got a Roley on my wrist and
My city on my back shout out my niggas on
The block selling crack
Told them it's a marathon
Now they out here running laps

Lo and behold, he getting his dough
Got that presidential roley flow
You niggas should know
Criticize me for the jewelery that
I rock at my show but watch the value of the
Dollar drop and gold explode
I got no time for these "I
Ain't tryin'a stand in line" homies
Think I owe them the world but
Never did nothing for me
Talking under they breath till they bitch
Just making her want me
See me or hit me with some
Fake shit like hey brody
Got enemies, trying to kill me for the rep
Couple smart niggas
Think they playing chess go gonna get
Tony montana at the lot with my bitch
Tell them bulletproof that
And bulletproof this
Guns behind the AC, I'm stashbox crazy
You can look at me and tell
I was a match box baby
I'm game tight so niggas will never play me
Four words for my haters
Look: fuck you pay me

It's young hussle an' I'm bout
To make it crack got a Roley on my wrist and
My city on my back shout out to bitches on
The stage getting racks
Told her it's a marathon
Now she out here running laps
It's young hussle when I'm bout
To make it clap got a Roley on my wrist and
My city on my back shout out my niggas on
The block selling crack
Told them it's a marathon
Now they out here running laps