NIPSEY HUSSLE - Face The World

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When all dreams seem to die

Summer’s gone, the breeze stops blowing

The sun just leaves the sky

This your life, you can play with it

You make your bed, you gonna lay in it

Do your thing, just be safe with it

Triple bunks in the state prison

Blue laces in my blue Chucks

I ain’t never gave two fucks

BET, I chumped the hood up

Asking if that nigga Neff hood, what?

Like I wouldn’t take it to the back with you

Same nigga walk the track with you

Same nigga shot a strap with you

Same nigga bought a sack with you

19, touching two birds

Alpena’s off a few swerves

Grey leather in my white Lincoln

Shit smelling like a new purse

Two Cs on my bitch, shit

My money rising like bitch, quick

Six words help you get this

Rich rapper on some crib shit

I prayed for blessings as a young nigga

Not to learn the hard lessons of a drug dealer

Triple life with a gang, they ask me

The judge triple white and he hate your blackness

He slam the gabble with a racist passion

Got you waiting on the pills but your patience’s passing

All you’ve got to offer is a fight

It’s too late to run to Christ once you’re caught up in this life


So face the world now or cry

Face the world

So face the world

Look, don’t cry tears, they don’t fly here

And if you don’t die here, you’re supposed to fly Lears

365 here’s like a dog’s year

No wonder why these niggas 20 and got white hairs

Stressing like they 40 and some change

Slowly in this game, all my homies is in pain

And brody is the slang, but it don’t mean he your brother

It don’t mean you can trust him, it don’t mean that he love you

And we was raised wrong but we stayed strong

And when we kept it real we got faked on

And when we showed up we got flaked on

A wilder nigga’s story, getting cake, homes

I bet my life, I’m a dice-shaker

Electric lights on a skyscraper

It’s up and down for a real nigga

But you’ll be lame all your life, hater

Mac 10 in my black Benz

Show me signals of betrayal, can’t be back friends

Long flights get my mind right

Victory to me is when you spend your time right

Victory to me is when you get your grind right

Victory to me is when you get your minds right

Niggas got this shit twisted

Like Jean-Michel Basquiat destroying his pictures

Self-inflicted homicide, don’t pull the trigger

I feel like I got to tell you you’ve got something to contribute

Regardless what you into, regardless what you’ve been through

I feel like I’ve got to tell you, you got something to contribute

So face the world now or cry

So face the world

So face the world

So face the world now or cry

Face the world now

So face the world now or cry

Face the world

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