[Intro]
Love is love
Unconditionally, forever
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Ever year, new problems, story's never-ending
Most my gang come from pain, long as I could remember
Just keep this shit in motion, don't let nothin' offend ya
And we'll be touchin' new heights when we step in December
Blessings, I'm in love with the progression
Put myself first and there ain't no second-guessing
My time been out, bitch, I'm a quarter-past ready
Take a penny for your thoughts? Bring a quarter back ready, n***a
Look, this is big coach
And I'm in my bag too
And if that's overhead, you probably failed in classrooms
But we learned the principals
Student of the game
At schools you ain't make a visit with truancy individuals
Yeah, the only life that we know
And if it was a film, it probably be a Tarantino
Dialogue 'bout how to make a dollar
With freedom fear, maneuver through Sin City, proper
Desperados with mottos that you should follow
I be Samuel, but let these n***as talk that Pulp Fiction
From Dusk 'Til Dawn, I got that natural born killer instinct
Inglorious bastard, but it's all a distraction
Listen baby, don't get lost in the scene
'Cause it's all for the screen
All these bedroom writers only talk in they dreams
Like how a monkey play gorilla that don't really know the feelin'
Get locked and start spillin' and cash out for 10 million
That's the game, ain't it
Everybody out here tryna find they lane, ain't it
Everybody out here tryna numb the pain, ain't it
A fuckin' shame how we think
Like how we work for power that could go away in the blink
Of an eye
Just ask ghosts about it
I bet you Tommy know
I'm still conflicted from rules from a long time ago
You know, "fuck bitches, get money"
And I done fucked a couple bitches that could get money
And don't want shit from me
But they love me like a brother though
We link and talk business, baby girl a hustler though
She just know that I ain't goin' for nothin'
Nipsey Hussle 'til I'm rockin' Ralph Lauren in London, 100
It's a marathon, my n***a, and you know I'm gon' run it
Nipsey Hussle 'til I'm rockin' Ralph Lauren in London, 100
[Chorus]
It's a marathon, you know I'm gon' run
It's a marathon, you know I'm gon' run
Run to the beat of my own drum
I got a lot to do before I'm done
I need a, I need a million while I'm young
I need the Racks in the Middle, put away stacks for my son
Right Hand to God, Right Hand to God
Need a milly while I'm young, milly while I'm young
Run to the beat of my own drum
I got a lot to do before I'm done
I need a, I need a million while I'm young
I need the Racks in the Middle, put away stacks for my son
I mean it

[Verse 2]
Yeah, 'cause this can't be another daddy story
Another sad how "I wish he never had me" story
No older n***a reminiscing how he had the glory
This that quit the bitchin', 'cause nothin' was handed to me
Miranda rights, I vowed to never take the stand
And talk about another man in life
I vowed to treat my woman how I treat my Grandma life
The comeback kid, dreamin' of Montana life
That's double-headed, look
It's hittin' different on four [?]
And I wasn't on the benches, I'm talkin' trenches
All these blood, sweat and tears that a n***a drenched in
Prolly could have played for college in the first division
A quarterback position, but listen
This must be how Frederick Douglas felt
I told my n***as, free your mind if not nothin' else
My brodie had his first son, I said congratulations
Now let's get off this bullshit and get back to business
[Outro]
Right Hand to God, Right Hand to God
Need a milly while I'm young, milly while I'm young
Run to the beat of my own drum
I got a lot to do before I'm done
I need a, I need a million while I'm young
I need the Racks in the Middle, put away stacks for my son
I mean it