I'm not racist With all due respect I don't have pity for you black niggas, that's the way I feel Screamin' "Black Lives Matter" All the black guys rather be deadbeats than pay your bills Yellin' "nigga this" and "nigga that" Call everybody "nigga" and

That's why I ball how I ball when I spoil you We was in Miami, first time I saw you I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you It was late nights, late nights in the bando Fucking on you good got you bustin' like you Rambo If you keep it hood so you

Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason Overnight, people think that's how this shit happened, but they never right Acting like they got it,

Yeah! It's Hussle in the house This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music Guns money and bitches that's the way that we do it First get 'yo grind on, then get yo' shine on We come through daytime with the lights on Now hit the fast

I am who I am I've learned what I've learned By finding the right way in all of my wrong turns I love what I love I ain't afraid to say it cause I'm damn sure man enough That's what you need to see to get a picture of me I grew up on the edge of a

And now I'm losing you But this is all I ever was And this is all you came across those years ago Now you go too far Don't tell me that I've changed because that's not the truth You were the only one And in time As one reminds the other of past A life

That's why I Slipped out the back before you knew I was there You know me I used to get caught up in everyday life Trying to make it through my day so I could sleep at night Tried to figure out my way through the maze of rights and wrongs But like you

Make my day Get your booty on the floor tonight I don't want a place to stay Make my make, make my day While your feet are stompin' And the jam is pumpin' Pump it up a little more See cause that's where the party's at

That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it That's it, that's it That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (ugh) Huh, it's Bebe 2 Chainz, yah Murda on the beat so it's not nice That's it, that's it, that's it, that's it (yeah) That's it, that's it,

It's like counting up to three (One, two, three) Sing a simple melody (Do re mi, ABC) That's how easy love can be! One, two, three Or simple as A buh-buh buh buh-buh