Nipsey Hussle - Smoking With My Stylist lyrics

Initials on my wallets
Smoking with my stylist
Custom German plates on all my cars
Cause bitch I'm balling
All in burning crosses
Which royalty regardless
Honestly I'm honored just to
Represent the progress
Distant as I seem to you
I know what I mean to you
Martin Luther King Jr
Hustle let me dream through you
When I told my scheme to em
Told me that I seem stupid
Empty engines need fueling
Y'all was like my theme music
Now I keep them links Cuban
Money talk I speak fluent
Everybody buying Rolies
You can ask my team's jeweller
Life is but a dream to us
Life is why they need music
Got em wrapped around the corner
Looking like Supreme threw it
Cause when you cook it right
The fiends use it
Come take a look at life how we view it
You gotta start off in a cheap buick
Then book a flight and see to it
That's first class, my first pass
It's big shit nigga like when birds pass
Them 7 grams I got to a bird fast
On Brynhurst Ave start busting
On my church pass
DOA, "you gon' be okay" that's what
My granny used to say but, I ain't see a way
Sitting in the county jail I pray I see today
Most successful nigga got a "S"
Up on his face
Fuck the world, fuck the world
They hate a young nigga that
Could fuck your girl
They hate a real nigga when he touch a mill
Hate you if you fake
But hate you more if you real