Nipsey Hussle feat. Stacy Barthe – Victory Lap (Official)

Lyrics “Victory Lap” by Nipsey Hussle feat. Stacy Barthe

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, n**ga
But you know how it go, n**ga
I’m front line every time it’s on, n**ga

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
And 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 n**gas blew it
They tell me, Hussle dumb it down, you might confuse ’em
This ain’t that weirdo rap ya’ll motherf**kers 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 detectives
Guess it’s evidence of a divine presence
Blessings, help me out at times I seem reckless, F it
Got a L, but got an E for effort, stretch it
Dropped him off in the Mojave desert, and left him
Ain’t no answer to these trick questions
Money makin’ Nip versuri.online
Straighten out my jewelry on my b**ch dresser

Well known, flick up and jail pose
Matchin’ champagne bottles from Ricos til’ T show
Whatever, n**ga, we playin’ chess, not checkers, n**ga
Thirty-eight special for you clever n**gas, see bro

If you ain’t live and die by the street codes
Been through all these motions
Up and down like a see-saw
I can never view you as my equal
F**k I want to hear your CD for

(Whoa) Like the beginning of Mean Streets
Like the beginning of Mean Streets..③

(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
F**k it though, ya’ll n**gas 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 p**sy 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, ohh
Whoa, whoa
We gotta make it
Yeah we gotta
We gotta make
Oh, we gotta make it
Ohh, ooh
We gotta make it, ohh
Victory Lap…

➤ Written by Nipsey Hussle
Album: Victory Lap
Produced by Mike N Keys, Amaire Johnson & Sap
Nipsey Hussle & Stacy Barthe 2019

Nipsey Hussle, Stacy Barthe, Victory Lap, on music store


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