[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Yeauh
Hussle Music
It's that TMC
The Marathon Continues
'iHussle.com' all that
Sup lil baby, fuck with a real n***a
I pick you up in a bullet proof or the drop top Benz
Come do what we do, you know?
Fuck you n***a

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, story of my life
Wake up on my grind
Don't go to sleep 'til late at night
N***as play my mixtapes and they bitches say he tight
See I remind her of the type of n***as that she like
Type of shit that starts a fight
But it been like that all my life
Crack your bitch off my bike, ass
Jealous ass, I'll fuck a n***a' wife
Got that swagger, got that swipe
Get that cash, I live that life
Take that hoe bitch that you love
And introduce her to these lights
While you beggin' her to be your baby mama and do right
I be pull up and park my Benz at LAX and take that flight
Drop top, Louis bag, Louis belt, Dickies sag
Hopscotch through security cuz bitch I am the man
There's really nothin' to me
You can treat that hootchie like the ?
Lock her in the house when she get out she gon' pursue
Truly, young Hussle livin' like a Boss
Still straight up Wilshire to Neiman Marcus gang a large bills
Uh
That's right
Yeauh
You already know what this is n***a
Handcuff yo' hoe
Come to yo' city and fuck that bitch on the tour bus, n***a
And I even smoke no' more
All I do is count cash with that bitch
And leave it on her buttcrack while I fuck on the bed
Shove her head in the pillow n***a and chuck the hood up
Break a n***a's heart, you better know that

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, story of my life
Wake up on my grind
Don't go to sleep 'til late at night
Once upon a time the public bus I used to ride, but
Beamers, Benz and Bentlys only type of shit I drive
Got a license to survive that means I got the right to ride on
All of you fuck n***as that round table at my demise
Look you in yo' face and smile right before I take your life
All's fair in love and war so ain't no wrong or right
See that hatred in yo' eye so when I flip don't be surprised
'bout this real n***a shit, I will not compromise
Dick ridin' jealous n***as all deserve to die
How you scared of heights, but still hate me I'm cuz I'm fly
N***as threatened by me now but I'm not even in my Prime, I
Just left the label, I'm back out here on my grind
But it's been like that all my life so I'm a hussler by design
Fuck what's on yo' mind thinkin' you could even try
Act like ya'll faggot n***as, what's gon' press the line