Check it
Make sure the money is organized
We galvanized by the prize
My enterprise is on the rise
My third eye see through your common lies
Common ties of a street hustler in silk
A samurai's cup of tea with a thick actress
Wine glasses, toast to the most
High coastal approach
Cuban link lay on the neck of the ghost
The TEC squeeze gross, the money need soap
You on your knees, broke
Smoke you like trees, dope
Lifeless, you need hope
The odds are all against me
Everywhere I go, death wanna kiss me
When a n***a leave, tell me, will you miss me?
Until then, I gotta hustle like Nipsey
The light'll shine through when it's dark
Long as I do it from the heart
Reminisce in the past, in the park