NIPSEY HUSSLE

NIPSEY HUSSLE - Get Away feat. Ken Malik

rate me

Yeah, while would I stop?

When you get money like this, you gotta ask yourself that question

They say the greatest threat to your future success

Is your current success, that’s why I go hard

Ah, look, 7 series black benz, gun metal mac 10

Yellow bone trophy, she gonna blow me as I back it

Marijuana smoking black Versace shade glass tint

Cover up my blood shot eyes like an aspirin

Nigga, balling that’s your past tense

I’m the president of future of this rap shit

Don’t act like you can’t hear it, you should fear it

Kill me can’t heal my spirit

When the feature cut the check nigga you can’t clear it

Undisputed on the west, it’s not who can’t hear it

Get anywhere respect, a young dude won’t hear it

It’s 20k in some states just to do ...

Look, you start getting rap money, they say you act funny

But I remember how I felt when I was that hungry

You let them take your sack from you, you’ll be back bummy

So niggas be ready to kill, for in them dudes take all racks from them

Same mind, stay different grind rate

The desperation tear fall, cause the price changed

Make a thousand dollars off a liquor, you cam make 10 million of a hit

Nigga not to mention, all the glamour and the glimpse

Sold your soul for the fame hey, ain’t that a bitch?

Ah, and when I pull up they say ain’t that the 6?

You talk money but I ain’t that convinced

[Hook]

I’m getting paid, sometimes I wanna get away

Cause these days niggas fake

I’m on my grind, I think therefore I ain’t doing time

That’s why I’m solo when I ride

I’m getting paid, sometimes I wanna get away

Cause these days niggas fake

Wake up on my money with no emotions on my face

Keep a choppa at the house and a 40 at my waist

My strive, that’s all a nigga got

I’m the last one leader, first one to bleed the block

Now that grind mode can’t stop, won’t stop

I’m just tryina turn that 1997 to a yacht

And put my son in the spot, so he ain’t never gotta worry bout the shit that he ain’t got

That’s why I put my niggas in position

Without a hand out given, we was out here fly living

Ah, I’m in it until the jury pleads

Guilty, your bitch ... jury bleeds

Grow up, you niggas ain’t no enemies

A bunch of niggas suffering from ...

Hopeless ass rap bitches in it for the cheese

...i’m working on that enemy

The hustle there my nigga, working like an energy

[Hook]

I’m getting paid, sometimes I wanna get away

Cause these days niggas fake

I’m on my grind, I think therefore I ain’t doing time

That’s why I’m solo when I ride

I’m getting paid, sometimes I wanna get away

Cause these days niggas fake

Wake up on my money with no emotions on my face

Keep a choppa at the house and a 40 at my waist.

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