NIPSEY HUSSLE

NIPSEY HUSSLE - 6 Inch Heels

rate me

ft. June Summers

Bounce back off every loss like a real nigga

Handle business like a man, I’ll make a deal with you

Loyalty for loyalty, I keep it real with you

You go to war, then I’m gonna kill with you

Married to the streets, ask me why I’m still with her

Ask a don this obvious, I’m a field nigga

Around the corner it’s a dozen niggas still tripping

They’ll still kill you if you still tripping

Look, I put curtains on my rear wind shield

My bitch bad but my wrist on chill

My bitch bad, man, that bitch got skills

She 5’11 rocking 6 inch heels

She my … in this sick ass world

She probably make a stray bitch toes curl

She used to being rich nigga, retail

But money’s my only fetish with my rich ass self

Hussle, I know y’all hating but I wish y’all well

I’m eating stake, cracking crab leg shells

I’m getting cake, let the sheriff pain spill

It’s either participate, or your bitch ass fail, nigga

I was looking at the world

Through rose colored glasses

I couldn’t chase this dream for long, I had to catch it

I printed…I’m out here, looking back, that’s how I got here

‘Cause even when I slept in the gutter, I was still at the start

Young niggas fucking bitches, getting dope money

745, gold chain, rope money

Was every man for himself when you was broke bumy

You make it happen, niggas acting like you owe something

My nigga, I just wanna let you know something

The clock ticking, you gotta get it and devote something

The transition and legitimize the flow of it

It’s just a given that these folks coming

Look, I knew some niggas that was killers and these hoes loved them

Was getting money till some other killers told on them

The whole city, and they business they was known for

A string of bank robberies, was beasting for a whole summer

It ain’t no hall of fame, it’s over and they don’t love you

Ain’t no arenas hanging jerseys with your old numbers

You gotta get what you can get and make the most of it

You beat the odds then you grow from it, look

I was looking at the world

Through rose colored glasses

I couldn’t chase this dream for long, I had to catch it

I printed…I’m out here, looking back, that’s how I got here

Even when I slept in the gutter, I was still at the start

Let’s get it straight, these niggas fake

Nothing though, we getting cake

…saw dollar signs on my license plate

Y’all niggas struggling, my life is great

You freestyling your life, I write my fate

I play to win ‘cause life’s a game

Put your all in this music and your life will change

It’s what I told myself, that’s what I showed myself

It’s a cold and lonely road, you gotta go for self

I meditated ‘cause I knew I had to know myself

Said 600 bands, this is what I owe myself

Worldwide recognition, now my flow is known

In and out the States, pay me just to show my face

Bottle after bottle, empty out the case

Hip hop, empty out the safe

I was looking at the world

Through rose colored glasses

I couldn’t chase this dream for long, I had to catch it

I printed…I’m out here, looking back, that’s how I got here

‘Cause even when I slept in the gutter, I was still at the start

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