I Be Killen Um

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle] Now put your motherfuckin’ hands up Now get yo hands up, now get yo hands up Now get yo, now get yo motherfuckin’ hands up Now get yo hands up, I count money bitch [Verse: Nipsey Hussle] I smoke Kush and sip lean like, fuck a pill Couple fake release dates, but my bucks is real My competition never knew what having nothing feels ‘Bout to take hip-hop to trial, like fuck a deal Rags to riches so my peeps never drag they feet This all money marathon molds a masterpiece That ? the button press recline the back seats And I’m the realest nigga in it if you ask me But that’s promotion, and I prefer publicity So run and tell your homegirls, and get ‘em all into me I got a swagger on stage you should really see Gold stupid dumb chain, Ricky D You can’t go against the grain when it’s meant to be So hatin’ me’s an exercise in futility, dummy Women, power and the money, got it all See me out and can’t take nothing from me I’ma ball, I’ma pop, I’ma raise Emani in the lap of luxury ‘Cause daddy ain’t no dummy, but How can I prepare you for a world so ugly? Gotta lace your baby Vuitton Chuck T’s Life is an experience, enjoy that you can’t Too much of anything will kill that, you must understand It ain’t all about the money, it’s more about the Fam And it ain’t all about yo momma, it’s more about your dad That’s just a joke, now peep how I rise from the gun smoke Pistol-grip-poetry my nigga get a dose, don’t stop Don’t stop, no tick on my Rolex watch I won’t stop, I won’t stop Hood nigga out the hood gettin’ guap I can’t stop, I can’t stop There’s no tick on my Rolex watch Money and the power