Victory Lap - Nipsey Hussle, Stacy Barthe

Whoa, oh-whoa, whoa, oh

Like the beginning of «Mean Streets"(oh)

Like the beginning of «Mean Streets»

Like the beginning of «Mean Streets»

I’m prolific, so gifted

I’m the type that’s gon' go get it, no kiddin'

Breaking down a Swisher in front of yo buildin'

Sitting on the steps feeling no feelings

Last night, it was a cold killin'

You gotta keep the devil in his hole, nigga

But you know how it go, nigga

I’m front line every time it’s on, nigga

Hunnit proof flow, run and shoot pro

458 drop, playin' «Bulletproof Soul»

Every few shows I just buy some new gold

Circle got smaller, everybody can’t go

Downtown diamond district, jewelers like «Yo

Hussle holler at me, I got Cubans on the low»

Flew to Cancun, smokin' Cubans on the boat

Then docked at Tulum just to smoke,

look

Listening to music at the Mayan Ruins

True devotion on the bluest ocean, cruisin'

My cultural influence even rival Lucien

I’m integrated vertically y’all niggas blew it

They tell me, «Hussle dumb it down, you might confuse 'em»

This ain’t that weirdo rap you motherfuckers used to

Like the beginning of «Mean Streets»

I’m an urban legend, South Central in a certain section

Can’t express how I curbed detectors

Guess, it’s evidence of a divine presence

Blessings, held me down at times I seemed reckless

Effort, you got a L but got an E for effort, stretched him

Dropped him off in the Mojave desert then left him

Ain’t no answer to these trick questions

Money makin' Nip, straighten out my jewelry on my bitch dresser

Well-known, flick up and jail pose

Snatchin' champagne bottles from Ricos 'til T show

Whatever, nigga, playin' chess, not checkers, nigga

Thirty-eight special for you clever niggas

See bro, you ain’t live and die by the street code

Been through all these motions, up and down like a see-saw

I can never view you as my equal

Fuck I wanna hear your CD for?

(Whoa) Like the beginning of «Mean Streets»

Like the beginning of «Mean Streets»

(Whoa) Like the beginning of «Mean Streets»

Like the beginning of «Mean Streets»

(Whoa) Like the beginning of «Mean Streets»

Like the beginning of «Mean Streets»

(We gotta make it) Like the beginning of «Mean Streets»

Yeah, look

I’m finna take it there, this time around I’ma make it clear

Spoke some things into the universe and they appeared

I say it’s worth it, I won’t say it’s fair

Find your purpose or you wastin' air, fuck it though, ya’ll niggas scared

Eyes opened, I can see it clear

They don’t make 'em bar none, they don’t make 'em real

They don’t make it where I’m from, they don’t take it here

They don’t see in due time, I be makin' mil’s

Bossed up in this game, I been makin' deals

Get your lawyer on the phone, we can make it real

I got checks and balance, I flex dramatic

Other fifty on my neck, just my reckless habit

Ain’t no pussy on my rep, disrespect the savage

I make one phone call and the rest get handled

This just another front step with candles

Lil message from the set, «We accept your challenge»

Whoa, oh-whoa, whoa, oh

Whoa, whoa

We gotta make it

Yeah we gotta

We gotta make

Oh, we gotta make it

Oh, ooh

We gotta make it, oh

Victory lap