Quincey White, Nipsey Hussle - Don't Take Days Off lyrics

Yea all this stress on my brain right
Poker face, I’m in the game right
Need a week to think
Maybe 8 nights some promethazine
And a str8 flight let me cut off my phone
Let me get in my zone
Let me center myself just leave a nigga alone
I be back in a few, got some rapping
To do got some stacking still runnin'
Got some lapping to do
All, jokes to the side
Nigga know that they ain’t fucking
With the flow I provide
Y'all, notice how I started now
The flow has evolved
And me Ralo Styles like Wade and Lebron
And it’s all money in and
Your bros is in charge
Hoes will ménage for those rose carte blanche
In them out of town suites cuz
They know we the ones
Equity nigga, What I’ve chosen, of course
No 360’s, clothing and tour
When I do drop Ima blow past niggas
And I toe tag niggas like I told ‘em before
Got flow, got whores got dough, get more
Fuck mine, get yours
And the show just started
Nigga hold your applause
Tryna get to my spot
Look, you gotta go up floors
I put the 6 on stock
I was runnin’ through tires
Like chicks on tour and if I’m at the game
You can bet your bottom dollar
That I sit on floor and if I’m at the fight
You can bet your bottom dollar
Sweat hit my whore

Won’t take no loss, won’t take days off
We go so hard, until we fall
Won’t take no loss, won’t take days off
We go so hard, until we fall
A nigga used to dream
My reality a dream now
Nigga used to dream, my reality a dream now
I’m livin' out my dreams now
Livin’ out my dreams now, now, now

Sitting in the trap like damn tryin' to turn
Couple grams to a couple hundred grand
I grew up in a town they don’t make it out of
If you black you don’t live to see a man
You seen 21, you done won the lottery
Talking friends, well the streets they
Took a lot from me
I washed up from a robbery
Now your name 4657239B state property
Damn, you had a dream
Now you livin’ out a nightmare
You almost made it little nigga
You was right there now your release date is
In another light-year
Yea, and it’s quite clear
All you needed was a little bit of guidance
In your household it was just silence
You was your own mother and your
Father how the hell you supposed
To know what to do when
Nobody showed you the ropes
All they showed you was pistols and dope
Gang flags in the land with
No hope where every
Fitted hat mean a different hood make it
Out and they still want you in the hood
Your own homies don’t want you livin’ good
Niggas for they self, get it understood
It’s just a playground
Full of mood swings die for the
Color of your shoe strings
Wish I had a different way to view things
You either had a rap book or had a hoop dream
From El Segundo to Slauson
Me and Nip, some young bosses
Never takin’ no losses
Check the garments nigga life’s marvelous