[Chorus: Nipsey Hussle]

Streets on lock, beemers on stock

Bullets bounce back leave the drivers unshot

City on my shoulder, Slauson Ave soldier

So to all my enemies my dead body is a trophy

Talking bout trophies I think I deserve one

Hotter nigga in these streets holla if you've heard one

Know a nigga sick because I'm the shit with no surgeon

And those Roc Nation rumours ain't true but yeah I heard them



[Verse 1:]

Swervin in that new Lexus with the [? ] on the steerin

Wheel step [? ] got that motherfucking purrin'

One things fo sho 2 things for certain

West coast Nipsey Hussle Game over closed curtains

In my pursuit of happiness I made the cash double

And introduced Italian shoes to German gas peddles

Like Gucci's and Prada's, here's Benz's and beemers

Hold money in don't let materials come in between us

I know they hoping they could be a method big [? ]

But I got Lawyers paid up above my last features

I single handedly became the man in my preaching

You would think it was crime how they witnessed my genius



[Chorus:]

Streets on lock beemers on stock

Bullets bounce back leave the drivers unshot

City on my shoulder, Slauson Ave soldier

So to all my enemies my dead body is a trophy

Talking bout trophies I think I deserve one

Hotter nigga in these streets holla if you've heard one

Know a nigga sick because I'm the shit with no surgeon

And those Roc Nation rumours ain't true but yeah I heard them...



[Verse 2:]

... swervin in that black beemer with the button press curtains

Say go up and she go down and serve a nigga like a servant

Pull it out her mouth and she gon ride it like a surfer

Phone ringing she pick up and tell her man she working

Slurpin ' everything a nigga got to offer

I'm a fuck once and I'll be off her

Onto bigger badder things like the dollar

Amount that Epic want versus what Def Jam offer