[Nipsey Hussle]
(Look) Blue cup, black gun
Paid dues, that's done
Favors from me, can't ask none
Black eyed the game and got passed on
Me, I kept this shit super solid
Came up, and nigga you acknowledge
See me in my coupe, I got stupid dollars
I'm a dropout but now I speak at colleges
Ironic, I'm honest
I get paid to speak my mind, and it's crazy to me
Just pay me fooly, if I wrote a script it'd be a crazy movie
About my life, about rolling dice, about taking risks
You gotta know the price, gotta know yourself, on the coldest nights
Can't turn it down, you gotta own the fight
Win, lose, or draw, you could ball
You could've kept it real, but nigga, you'sa fraud
Before you get the shit, you gotta lose it all
And then you find yourself and see that you'sa God
And that's real shit, thousand hundred dollar bill shit
Front hood to the hills shit, like how the f*ck did we build this
Real shit, look
Blue cup, black gun
Paid dues, that's done
Favors from me, can't ask none
Came in the game then I passed up
I can't stop, won't stop
I'm the type to get more guap
You the type to fasho flop
I'm from Brynhurst and them dope spots
[?] It's hard run this fast, n these haters don't care,
N they see it and they stop, sittin on them bladez with the blowed out brains,
Smoking kush n switchin lanes, see the only thing I think about is how the sound might fall,
Please don't stop until the beat comes home, oh
(Aye, check it out, look)
I'm still runnin' laps, takin' fades, I still run it back
Talkin' guns, I got a hundred straps
And I be in your bush if you f*ck with' fats, that's a fact
I don't f*ck with' rats
This boss life, I got a lust for that
Pullin' up at Sak's, blow a hundred sacks in my V12
I don't f*ckin' slack, not at all
I gotta ball, they shot my dog
Rest in peace, my nigga, Frog
Life is short, nigga, then it's gone
But in the mean time we tryna get it all
You should get involved, I'm really raw
Before this rap shit, I really balled
Alpina's, nigga, on white Lincoln's, nigga
Black beamers, nigga, they can't see us, nigga (naw)
Sometimes I get so offended by it
Don't compare me to none of these f*ckin' liars
I'm f*ckin' flyer, I'm f*ckin' realer
Play with' me, I'll be a f*ckin' killer
Seven takes with' no f*ckin' filler
Now victory laps my f*ckin' thriller
If you broke, I ain't f*ckin' with' you
Unless you went broke while you was f*ckin' with' me
Then you bounce back cause it's nothing really
We gone do it big 'til they f*ckin' kill me
It's hard run this fast, n these haters don't care,
N they see it and they stop, sittin on them bladez with the blowed out brains,
Smoking kush n switchin lanes, see the only thing I think about is how the sound might fall,
Please don't stop until the beat comes home, oh
Nipsey Hussle - Be Here For A While Lyrics
Nipsey Hussle - Be Here For A While Lyrics
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[Nipsey Hussle]
(Look) Blue cup, black gun
Paid dues, that's done
Favors from me, can't ask none
Black eyed the game and got passed on
Me, I kept this shit super solid
Came up, and nigga you acknowledge
See me in my coupe, I got stupid dollars
I'm a dropout but now I speak at colleges
Ironic, I'm honest
I get paid to speak my mind, and it's crazy to me
Just pay me fooly, if I wrote a script it'd be a crazy movie
About my life, about rolling dice, about taking risks
You gotta know the price, gotta know yourself, on the coldest nights
Can't turn it down, you gotta own the fight
Win, lose, or draw, you could ball
You could've kept it real, but nigga, you'sa fraud
Before you get the shit, you gotta lose it all
And then you find yourself and see that you'sa God
And that's real shit, thousand hundred dollar bill shit
Front hood to the hills shit, like how the f*ck did we build this
Real shit, look
Blue cup, black gun
Paid dues, that's done
Favors from me, can't ask none
Came in the game then I passed up
I can't stop, won't stop
I'm the type to get more guap
You the type to fasho flop
I'm from Brynhurst and them dope spots
[?] It's hard run this fast, n these haters don't care,
N they see it and they stop, sittin on them bladez with the blowed out brains,
Smoking kush n switchin lanes, see the only thing I think about is how the sound might fall,
Please don't stop until the beat comes home, oh
(Aye, check it out, look)
I'm still runnin' laps, takin' fades, I still run it back
Talkin' guns, I got a hundred straps
And I be in your bush if you f*ck with' fats, that's a fact
I don't f*ck with' rats
This boss life, I got a lust for that
Pullin' up at Sak's, blow a hundred sacks in my V12
I don't f*ckin' slack, not at all
I gotta ball, they shot my dog
Rest in peace, my nigga, Frog
Life is short, nigga, then it's gone
But in the mean time we tryna get it all
You should get involved, I'm really raw
Before this rap shit, I really balled
Alpina's, nigga, on white Lincoln's, nigga
Black beamers, nigga, they can't see us, nigga (naw)
Sometimes I get so offended by it
Don't compare me to none of these f*ckin' liars
I'm f*ckin' flyer, I'm f*ckin' realer
Play with' me, I'll be a f*ckin' killer
Seven takes with' no f*ckin' filler
Now victory laps my f*ckin' thriller
If you broke, I ain't f*ckin' with' you
Unless you went broke while you was f*ckin' with' me
Then you bounce back cause it's nothing really
We gone do it big 'til they f*ckin' kill me
It's hard run this fast, n these haters don't care,
N they see it and they stop, sittin on them bladez with the blowed out brains,
Smoking kush n switchin lanes, see the only thing I think about is how the sound might fall,
Please don't stop until the beat comes home, oh
(Look) Blue cup, black gun
Paid dues, that's done
Favors from me, can't ask none
Black eyed the game and got passed on
Me, I kept this shit super solid
Came up, and nigga you acknowledge
See me in my coupe, I got stupid dollars
I'm a dropout but now I speak at colleges
Ironic, I'm honest
I get paid to speak my mind, and it's crazy to me
Just pay me fooly, if I wrote a script it'd be a crazy movie
About my life, about rolling dice, about taking risks
You gotta know the price, gotta know yourself, on the coldest nights
Can't turn it down, you gotta own the fight
Win, lose, or draw, you could ball
You could've kept it real, but nigga, you'sa fraud
Before you get the shit, you gotta lose it all
And then you find yourself and see that you'sa God
And that's real shit, thousand hundred dollar bill shit
Front hood to the hills shit, like how the f*ck did we build this
Real shit, look
Blue cup, black gun
Paid dues, that's done
Favors from me, can't ask none
Came in the game then I passed up
I can't stop, won't stop
I'm the type to get more guap
You the type to fasho flop
I'm from Brynhurst and them dope spots
[?] It's hard run this fast, n these haters don't care,
N they see it and they stop, sittin on them bladez with the blowed out brains,
Smoking kush n switchin lanes, see the only thing I think about is how the sound might fall,
Please don't stop until the beat comes home, oh
(Aye, check it out, look)
I'm still runnin' laps, takin' fades, I still run it back
Talkin' guns, I got a hundred straps
And I be in your bush if you f*ck with' fats, that's a fact
I don't f*ck with' rats
This boss life, I got a lust for that
Pullin' up at Sak's, blow a hundred sacks in my V12
I don't f*ckin' slack, not at all
I gotta ball, they shot my dog
Rest in peace, my nigga, Frog
Life is short, nigga, then it's gone
But in the mean time we tryna get it all
You should get involved, I'm really raw
Before this rap shit, I really balled
Alpina's, nigga, on white Lincoln's, nigga
Black beamers, nigga, they can't see us, nigga (naw)
Sometimes I get so offended by it
Don't compare me to none of these f*ckin' liars
I'm f*ckin' flyer, I'm f*ckin' realer
Play with' me, I'll be a f*ckin' killer
Seven takes with' no f*ckin' filler
Now victory laps my f*ckin' thriller
If you broke, I ain't f*ckin' with' you
Unless you went broke while you was f*ckin' with' me
Then you bounce back cause it's nothing really
We gone do it big 'til they f*ckin' kill me
It's hard run this fast, n these haters don't care,
N they see it and they stop, sittin on them bladez with the blowed out brains,
Smoking kush n switchin lanes, see the only thing I think about is how the sound might fall,
Please don't stop until the beat comes home, oh
Writer: Ermias Asghedom
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.