Rose Clique

They call me young Nip C-Note

Rose Clicquot

Talkin' to my girl while your bitch give me deepthroat

Shootin' at the world dog, 'cause life is just a freethrow

Shoppin' on Rodeo in some Dickies, that's my steelo

Played out pussy, please don't offer me, no

If sex was a weapon she could not kill a mosquito

Little mama lost her grip

Pastrami 'round her pee hole

Got too many miles, baby that's a repo

Shorty's in denial, really tryna fuck with me though

I'm way out your league so please excuse my ego

Diamonds on my Cuban link, my Rolex presidential

Penthouses and beach homes, Perrier and Patron

Told you way before about this baller shit I be on

Young Nipsey Hustle ain't some shit that you should sleep on

Rich before rap, had to let the streets go

Faith in my transition, I knew I be back in beast mode

Catch a case, that's the tradition

Either that or six believe no

Still somehow I understood that I could make the seed grow

And that one day that tree would bear fruit to feed my people

That one day is upon us, grab your fork, it's time to eat, bro

Slauson Ave., he's so

Rapper, C.E.O., and if we all actors I guess I'll be Al Pacino

And it was all after when they though I was finito

Not my Valentino, it's what I got up my sleeve though

LAX to JFK, then on our way to Heathrow

At the Polo lounge in here and sipping cappuccinos

Spending pounds, every purchase, man, this feeling has no equal

If you come from where I come from it's rare that you see folk

That did it like I did it, but I do it 'cause we need more

Cuba Gooding Jr.'s kill 'em with that submarine flow

Like every man of honor had to conquer Rob De Niro

Like Ginger in Casino wore that runway light in Heat

That shadow in the grass when Vincent shot him off his feet

In other words, life is just a fight against your disbeliefs

That's why I'm screaming I'm the greatest of all time

Like young Ali played Mohammad to these false

Prophets in this industry, but I'm just me

Catch me cruising solo in my two-seat B-E-N-Z

Or at the Roosevelt with grandpa smoking weed, TMZ

Flashing lights like Kanye album number three

But I'm gon' be from R.S.C. till the day that I D-I-E

So I crank my beat then hit the gas on 'em