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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nipsey Hussle
Vocals
J. Stone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ermias Asghedom
Songwriter
Jamal Theodat
Songwriter
Sarah Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Blizz
Producer
Sarah J
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Smoke a Backwoods
Marathon OG
Oh
What
Hussle
Yeah I feel brand new like I just started this shit
Like it's the beginning
I know you all been waiting
My foundations solid, let's take flight
Aye, look, turn off the lights
[Verse 2]
Turn up my mic
Roll up some flight, let's all get right
It's thats shit you waited for your whole fucking life
It's thats shit you waited for your whole fucking life
[Verse 3]
I got that good, still in the hood
I kept my word, yeah my **** I make good
Six figure **** in them v-12's
No tint **** so you see well
My Cuban link has 14-k
My presidential, I wear it every day
It symbolizes, how I meant to prize it
I came from lint in Dickie pockets so I emphasize it
You check the file and **** say I kept it solid
But fuck the rumors, money talks and you make less deposits
I dropped some videos, you should go check the comments
They love me all around the world, my **** what's your problem?
[Verse 4]
Turn off the lights, turn up my mic
Roll up some flight, let's all get right
It's thats shit you waited for your whole fucking life
It's thats shit you waited for your whole fucking life
[Verse 5]
All my liquor from France, my car is from Frankfurt
Told them keep they advance, distribute and market my label
I own it all, I own it all
Word in the morphasis is that I want it all
That's right I do, now who the fuck is you?
To question my request, I pay my fucking dues
Had a couple dreams, now they coming true
I'm at the Porsche lot, asking do they come in coupes?
Walking out the club with a hundred goons
Magnum bottles of the Vueve and the pungent few
Model bitches stunting in them fucking shoes
Bring your home girl 'cause she coming too
Fast cars with them leather seats
Drop top, she a fucking freak
Blow me down while we ride on PCH
I'm Nip Hussle the great, middle fingers in your face
[Verse 6]
Turn off the lights, turn up my mic
Roll up some flight, let's all get right
It's thats shit you waited for your whole fucking life
It's thats shit you waited for your whole fucking life
[Verse 7]
A Memphis star, I just came home
My flo is sick, this effect the microphone
In 08' we told you we was never gone
Change and we still on this marathon
I'm a heavy hitter like Barry Bonds
Lightweight, sent back for a heavy arm
Now I'm jumping on stage with my jewelry froze
Fresh out spending money, killed that movie roll
This all money here like a Brinks truck
And there's no money out like a prenup
You need to get your green up
'Cause me and my team up
Light up them fights, lace up my Nikes
Victory lap, tonight is the night
This the shit I waited for my whole fucking life
This the shit I waited for my whole fucking life
[Verse 8]
Turn off the lights, turn up my mic
Roll up some flight, let's all get right
It's thats shit you waited for your whole fucking life
It's thats shit you waited for your whole fucking life
[Verse 9]
Turn off the lights, turn up my mic
Roll up some flight, let's all get right
It's thats shit you waited for your whole fucking life
It's thats shit you waited for your whole fucking life
[Verse 10]
Hussle
Written by: Ermias Joseph Asghedom, Sarah Abiona Johnson, Jamal Mauricio Theodat