Yeah, yeah

25/8 nigga, we do this shit ain′t no breaks nigga

Look at that shitI am the shit nigga, all that

Ayy, call me Young Nip C-Note, Rose Clicquot

Talking to my girl while your bitch give me deep throat

Shooting at the world, dog, 'cause life is just a free throw

Shopping on rodeo in some dickies, that′s my steelo

Played out pussy, please don't offer me, no

If sex was a weapon she could not kill my mosquito

Little mama lost her grip pastrami around her pee hole

Got too many miles baby that's a repo

Shorty′s in denial really trying to fuck with me though

I′m way out your league so please excuse my ego

Diamonds in my Cuban link my Rolex presidential

Penthouses and beach homes, Perrier and Patrón

Told you way before about this baller shit I be on

Young Nipsey Hussle ain't some shit that you should sleep on

Rich before rap, had to let the streets go

Faith in my transition I know I′ll be back in beast mode

Catch a case, that's the tradition, either that or six believe no

Still somehow I understood that I could make the seed grow

And that one day that tree will bear fruit to feed my people

That one day is upon us grab your fork its time to eat bro

Slauson Ave he′s so, rapper, CEO

And if we're all actors I guess I′ll be Al Pacino

And it was all after when they thought I was finito

Not my Valentino, it's what I got up my sleeve though

LAX to JFK then on our way to Heathrow

At the Pollo lounge in here sipping cappuccino spending pounds

Every purchase man this feeling has no equal

If you come from where I come from, it's rare that you see folk

That did it like I did it but do it ′cause we need more

Cuba Gooding Juniors kill ′em with that submarine flow

Like every man I honor had to conquer Rob De Niro

Like Ginger in Casino or that runway light in Heat

That shadow in the grass when Vincent shot him off his feet

In other words, life is just a fight against your disbelieves

That's why I′m screaming I'm the greatest of all time like young Ali

Play Mohammad to these false prophets in this industry

But I′m just me, catch me cruising solo in my 2-seat B-E-N-Z

Or at the Roosevelt with Rimpau smoking weed, TMZ

Flashing lights like Kanye album number three but I'm gonna be

From R.S.C. ′til the day I D-I-E, so I crank my beat and hit the gas on 'em

(Gas on 'em, gas on ′em, gas on ′em)