[Intro]
Yeah, why 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

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Ah, look, 7 Series black Benz, gun metal Mac 10
Yellow bone trophy, she gonna blow me as I back in
Marijuana smoking, black Versace shade glass tint
Cover up my bloodshot eyes like an aspirin
N***a, ballin', that’s your past tense
I’m the present and the future of this rap shit
Don’t act like you can’t hear it, you should fear it
Kill me, can’t mute my spirit
Want a feature? Cut the check or n***a, you can’t clear it
Undisputed on the West — if not, who came near it?
Get at him with respect or young dude won’t hear it
It’s 20K in some states just for dude appearance, and look
You start getting rap money, they say you act funny
But I remember how I thought when I was that hungry
You let them take your sack from you, you’ll be back bummy
So n***as be ready to kill, 'fore they let crew take all their racks from them
Same mind state, different grind rate
The desperation tenfold 'cause the price changed
Make a hundred thousand dollars off a lick, or you can make 10 million off a hit
N***a, not to mention, all the glamour and the glitz
Sold his soul for the fame - damn, 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
[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
I’m getting paid, sometimes I wanna get away
'Cause these days n***as fake
I’m on my grind, I'm thankful 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 n***as fake
Wake up on my money with no emotions on my face
Keep a choppa at the house and a .40 on my waist

[Verse 2: Ken Malik]
My strive, that’s all a n***a got
I’m the last one to lead, the first one to bleed the block
Now that, grind mode can’t stop, won’t stop
I’m just tryna turn that 1997 to a yacht
Uh, and put my son in the spot
So he ain’t never gotta worry 'bout the shit that he ain’t got
Just watch how I put my n***as in position
Without a handout given, we was out here fly living
Ah, I’m innocent until the jury plead
Guilty, your bitch feelin' how my jewelry bleeds
Bro, what? You n***as ain't no kin to me
A bunch of broke n***as suffering from in the breeze
Hopeless ass rap bitches in it for the cheese
Can't get comfortable, I’m working on that enemy
The hustle there, my n***a, though you're lacking energy
Every 16 will bring you closer to Ken Malik
[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]
I’m getting paid, sometimes I wanna get away
'Cause these days n***as fake
I’m on my grind, I'm thankful 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 n***as fake
Wake up on my money with no emotions on my face
Keep a choppa at the house and a .40 on my waist
Ay