Boy
Ya'll, I took a good one, man
Rest in heaven, Nip
Life's a bitch, but my Swisher sweet
Dumb it down, no my thoughts too deep
Paid dues, still got receipt
Been OG in the streets, you can ask C.B.
A lil too grown to be claimin' colors
But affiliated with the brothers
Today, I'm draped in Nipsey Blue
If you get love like I do, feel ya bulletproof
I know better, so I do better
In my pocket, Robert Blake, yep that Beretta
I'm just a vessel from the man above
Ain't no need to hatin', nigga, show me love
So much underlying events that took place
Real life things, real life street shit
It never really got written about, because it doesn't belong
On a page
My brother goin' to the penitentiary
Us gettin' raided
Us havin' real war in the streets
East to the west
It was heavy
It was deep
It was unreal
And it was about survival
You know, opportunity
So, that took a toll on the music
The word is that I'm underrated
But the people get it, keep me motivated
Country Rap Tunes bout to kill shit
Volume one, two, and three, nigga, on some trill shit
I puts it down like a sunset
Got the gift of gab, make ya wanna change ya mindset
Still fresher than the fellas in the trap
Drippin' with this game, and you know I keep it on tap
Have you ever seen a bougie nigga rap?
Gettin' so much love that he gotta give it back
I'm just a vessel from the man up above
Ain't no' need to hatin', nigga, show me love
Productivity
I don't ever make moves with the pressure
I try not to
I'm curious and passionate early
About just creativity
And, you know, being productive
And out of frustration, I fell into the streets
TJ Hookster - Nipsey Blu Lyrics
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English
Boy
Ya'll, I took a good one, man
Rest in heaven, Nip
Life's a bitch, but my Swisher sweet
Dumb it down, no my thoughts too deep
Paid dues, still got receipt
Been OG in the streets, you can ask C.B.
A lil too grown to be claimin' colors
But affiliated with the brothers
Today, I'm draped in Nipsey Blue
If you get love like I do, feel ya bulletproof
I know better, so I do better
In my pocket, Robert Blake, yep that Beretta
I'm just a vessel from the man above
Ain't no need to hatin', nigga, show me love
So much underlying events that took place
Real life things, real life street shit
It never really got written about, because it doesn't belong
On a page
My brother goin' to the penitentiary
Us gettin' raided
Us havin' real war in the streets
East to the west
It was heavy
It was deep
It was unreal
And it was about survival
You know, opportunity
So, that took a toll on the music
The word is that I'm underrated
But the people get it, keep me motivated
Country Rap Tunes bout to kill shit
Volume one, two, and three, nigga, on some trill shit
I puts it down like a sunset
Got the gift of gab, make ya wanna change ya mindset
Still fresher than the fellas in the trap
Drippin' with this game, and you know I keep it on tap
Have you ever seen a bougie nigga rap?
Gettin' so much love that he gotta give it back
I'm just a vessel from the man up above
Ain't no' need to hatin', nigga, show me love
Productivity
I don't ever make moves with the pressure
I try not to
I'm curious and passionate early
About just creativity
And, you know, being productive
And out of frustration, I fell into the streets
Ya'll, I took a good one, man
Rest in heaven, Nip
Life's a bitch, but my Swisher sweet
Dumb it down, no my thoughts too deep
Paid dues, still got receipt
Been OG in the streets, you can ask C.B.
A lil too grown to be claimin' colors
But affiliated with the brothers
Today, I'm draped in Nipsey Blue
If you get love like I do, feel ya bulletproof
I know better, so I do better
In my pocket, Robert Blake, yep that Beretta
I'm just a vessel from the man above
Ain't no need to hatin', nigga, show me love
So much underlying events that took place
Real life things, real life street shit
It never really got written about, because it doesn't belong
On a page
My brother goin' to the penitentiary
Us gettin' raided
Us havin' real war in the streets
East to the west
It was heavy
It was deep
It was unreal
And it was about survival
You know, opportunity
So, that took a toll on the music
The word is that I'm underrated
But the people get it, keep me motivated
Country Rap Tunes bout to kill shit
Volume one, two, and three, nigga, on some trill shit
I puts it down like a sunset
Got the gift of gab, make ya wanna change ya mindset
Still fresher than the fellas in the trap
Drippin' with this game, and you know I keep it on tap
Have you ever seen a bougie nigga rap?
Gettin' so much love that he gotta give it back
I'm just a vessel from the man up above
Ain't no' need to hatin', nigga, show me love
Productivity
I don't ever make moves with the pressure
I try not to
I'm curious and passionate early
About just creativity
And, you know, being productive
And out of frustration, I fell into the streets
Writer: Thomas Jordan
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