Nipsey Hussle - Smoking With My Stylist Lyrics
Initials on my wallets, smoking with my stylistCustom german plates on all my cars cause ***** I’m ballingAll in burning crosses, which royalty regardlessHonestly I’m honored just to represent the progressDestined as I sing to you, I know what I may tell youMartin Luther King Jr., hustle, let me dream through youWhen I told my scheme to em, told me that I seem stupidEmpty engines need fuelling, yeah that was like my theme musicNow I keep them links Cuban, money talks, I speak fluentEverybody buying Rollies, you can ask my team’s jewellerLife is but a dream to us, life is why they need musicGot it wrapped around the corner, looking like supreme through itCause when you cook it right, the fiends use itCome take a look at life how we view itYou gotta start off in a cheap BuickThen book a flight and see to itThat’s first class, my first passIt’s big shit nigga like when birds pass7 grams, I got to a bird fastAnd Brian Herb stacks start busting on my church passDOA, you gonn be ok,That’s what my granny used to say but I ain’t see a waySitting in the county jail I pray I see todayMost successful nigga – got an ‘S’ upon his face***** the world, ***** the worldThey hate a young nigga that could ***** your girlThey hate a real nigga when he touch a millHate you if you fake, but hate you more if you real.
