[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
I'm different

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, grind strenuous, cash out continuous
Mogul in the making, autonomous black businesses
Broken culture that we all lost n***as in
Elevated innovation over ignorance
I represent it
Suburban tinted, five or less percentage
Close call but the Mac-11 muzzle vintage
Go flourish, double back and come and get your n***as
Pass the power to your people, it ain't nothing realer
Faced with this decision it's a funny feeling
Knowing when you tell the truth they gon' come and kill you
Knowing people need some proof, went and got the millions
Stressed a young n***a out but I'm so resilient
The champagne, Honda Civics, they was taking pictures
Young n***as in front the buildings tryna make a living
Or I just figured they was jealous cause we made it quicker
And never asked for no favors, n***a, look

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle + Rick Ross]
Real shit you can mark my words
'85 Cutlass, I'll make my swerves
These hoe n***as tryna take what's yours
Take a stand or have to take one first
Back him up, but only take one burst
With white chalk I'll make 'em paint your curb
Rest in peace, have 'em paint your shirt
If a n***a's tryna take my worth (Nip, what up?)
But you know
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
My last wire was 20 million
So familiar like Tookie Williams, I'm in the building
My conversation is cash money
I fly private, rarely do I have luggage
Riding through the ghetto, where I'm from, the kids love me
Every day I'm rocking jewels, I know they wanna touch me
Repercussions mandatory when you mention mine
Every time I step on the block my dick on the line
Burning like a candle in Versace sandals
My persona on the camera, that's just how it's handled
Put me in, coach, I'm going to the paint
Ran a couple two-a-days and took me to the bank
Mark my words, I know you're broke, I see it in your face
Art Basel, two-and-change, I spent it on a vase
U.S. Marshals came to cut the gates
I'm Double M, I'm known to beat the case

[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle + Rick Ross]
Real shit you can mark my words (Double M, G)
'85 Cutlass, I'll make my swerves (Empire)
These ho n***as tryna take what's yours
Take a stand or have to take one first
Back him up, but only take one burst
With white chalk I'll make 'em paint your curb
Rest in peace, have 'em paint your shirt
If a n***a's tryna take my worth
But you know
[Outro: Rick Ross]
My n***a Nipsey, from the mud to the marble
What's up, my n***a?
It ain't 100 million in the room
Shit, let's shoot for three
What's up?