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Nipsey Hussle

Genres: Hip-Hop

Blue Laces 2 Lyrics - Nipsey Hussle

Mogul and they know that 

Logo on my floor mat 

Courtside Chamberland throwback match my Rolex 

Everywhere I go, flex 

Valley park on some loc shit 

Whole lot of smoke in that Rari, that thing potent 

Burning rubber, wearing cameras, they was undercovers 

Under pressure, made statements, turned on they brothers 

Never judge you, but the streets will never love you 

I wonder what it come to you in your 

brain to make you run to ones that hate us 

And cuff us and mace us 

All us dumb niggas cause our culture is contagious 

Third generation, South Central gang banging 

Had lived long enough to see it changing 

Think it's time we make arrangements 

Finally wiggle out they mazes 

Find me out in different places 

In a [?] door, this the infiltration 

Double back, dressed in blue laces 

 

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They killed Dr. Sebi, he was teaching health 

I fuck with Rick Ross cause he teaching wealth 

Dropped out of school, I'ma teach myself 

Made my first mil' on my own, I don't need your help 

All black Tom Ford, it's a special evening 

City council meeting, they got Hussle speaking 

Billion dollar project bout to crack the cement 

So one of our investments had become strategic 

Summer roll '18, man it's such a season 

Bout to make more partners look like fuckin' geniuses 

We was in the Regal, it was me and Steven 

We done took a dream and turned it to a zenith 

Anything I want and everything I needed 

Gotta pace yourself, it's all about yo' breathing 

You can have it all, it's all about your reason 

I done took my name and carved it into cement 

 

Photos 

 

I flashback on that shootout at the beach 

Twenty deep, you tried to squeeze, your gun jammed and they released 

Blood on your tee, how many stains? I see three 

The bitch started to panic so I made her switch seats 

Driving now, police, chopper ahead flying now 

Really not too spooked calmly asked me "am I dying now?" 

All I know is keep you common collected 

Cracking jokes like "nigga, now you gon' be finally respected" 

See your blood leaking, got my foot on this gas 

Tossed the forty, we pull up to Daniel free as he crash 

You know the alibi 

They started shooting, we was standing by 

Ain't see nothing, but the flare from the [?] fly 

I wasn't there, I was passing by 

Matter fact, don't say shit, 

I'm just gon' drop you in the back and slide 

That's yo weed, all the cash is mine 

I took 'em both to the spot plus your phone til you back online 

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