[Intro]
No punch
That just mean we working hard
(Maybach Music)

[Chorus: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Look, night time with my Locs on
Six hundred Benz with them 4s on
Been through everything, but I rode on
And I ain't never quit or take no loss
And I'm proud of that!

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hu$$le]
Back to the wall, I was so stoned
Self-made n***a, I was solo
Hot up in the kitchen, I was so stove
A n***a couldn't tell me nothing, I was so rogue
I had AR's, fo-fo's Alpinas on low pros
Brought K's with us, and caught fades n***a
And I used to get good grades n***a!
My momma paid the bills, but couldn't save, n***a
So we couldn't ask for no J's, n***a
See, that's the type of shit change n***as
Now from the street, she couldn't save n***as
Only difference was we wasn't playin' with it
Wasn't in it for the hoes or the fame, n***a
Swear to God, I couldn't buy a bag of Lay's, n***a
And I rather be a sinner than a shame n***a
So like that!
I rationalize it in my brain, n***a
Even if I was a victim to the game, it was
Better than living life as a slave n***a
Be right back! Had to turn myself into a paid n***a
I did dirt 'cuz I was climbin' out the grave n***a
To go straight and re-examine my ways
That was the concept
And now they're telling me I'm next
But, please my n***a, please my n***a
Don't take this out of context
All the nights I dealt with my stress
All the triple bunks where I slept
All the busted knuckles, all the smoking guns
And all the shit I did for my set!
All my n***as is gone, they got stretched
But now your n***a is on, so don't fret
It's a marathon to success
So all my n***as that's home, we run laps
I got a flight tomorrow I'm goin' catch
I got a presidential Rolex
I have my mind made up, got my grind game up
Now I thank the Lord I'm so blessed
[Chorus: Nipsey Hu$$le & Rick Ross]
And it's night time I got Locs on (You never expected this)
Six hundred Benz with the 4s on (From the Westside to my side)
Been through everything (On the inside), but I rode on (That's right)
And I ain't never quit or take no loss
And I'm proud of that!

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
My life's a marathon. If I die today
Will you rep tomorrow, or will this fade away?
Black diamonds all on my chain, violence comes with this fame
I'm ridin dirty, my cup leaning, Pimp C inspired my paint
I got enemies on my mind, expiration dates on their lives
Try to keep your head above water, they wanna see a n***a capsized
Can't a n***a live, I'm bumpin' Pac, I'm blowin' big, I'm strapped down
Colin Powell, I hold it down, with these 40 rounds
My windows up, my top down
I'm stacking money, I'm out of town
You acting funny, you a pussy n***a
Talk behind my back but try to dap me now
Not my type of n***a, I'm so certified
When them n***as schemin', take them for that murder ride
It's not who starts the strongest, but who money the longest
Or who shooting the longest, a head shot is a bonus

[Chorus: Nipsey Hu$$le]
And it's night time I got my Locs on
Six hundred Benz with the 4s on
Been through everything, but I rode on
And I ain't never quit or take no loss
And I'm proud of that!