Nipsey Hussle - Back Story lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Gotta let it breathe Put the weed out Double M n***as' get it and they fall off It's cause they all soft n***a like me started at the car wash 8am to 10pm, that's on the rainy day Wise words from dope boys meant everything They say it's levels to the street life Then I seen a bezel with that pink ice All natural, momma tell you to be careful In the trap trapping to increase capital No longer cruising with the windows down Hand on the pistol anticipating the riddle sound I'm Kanye when it came to yay I'm Jay-Z when it came to keys I'm Snoop when it came to weed So now they wanna Biggie me As the credit rolls, now the charge is federal Money bags, I'm placed upon a pedestal Still on the block in my Reeboks You ain't even know these was the Basquiat's You ain't really know who really call shots Worldwide mastermind, number one all charts [Verse 2: Skyy Frost] Last time I checked, I only had three choices In the hood, locked up, or in a casket full of roses No way to make it out Seen a few go the college route But the bills start piling, and they always end up dropping out Lets just say, Imma different breed Only mission to succeed Never stood on the corner slanging keys I had dreams of making it big and never lost hope I knew I could still reach success without selling dope Appreciate the opportunities y'all take for granted All the times y'all don't feel like working, I'm taking advantage Making sure I'll never end up stranded, empty-handed Only focused on money. To me it's so romantic They used to laugh when I had three jobs at 18 Act like I was crazy; only focus was making green Now I can hold our whole cla** reunion at my house Laugh now. Word to Ross. Feel like the biggest boss [Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle] Watch us ball Stop a star, n***a not at all I'm poppin' broads with Tiny Hog at the shoppin' mall All money in the squad, boy I'm not involved Can't pay the cost to floss? I can spot your flaws SLs with the toppin' off Dress well when it's time to ball Couple hundred for my boxer drawers Young n***a used to shop at Ross First to shoot when it's poppin' off Couple times, a n***a almost got popped by Ross Crash unit, buzz cut, ex-marines Crenshaw, Slauson Ave 17 Infant Stone, Lil' Shady, Baby Buke to fast light a demonstration 85 Cutla** with the 380s Summertime functions, L.A. streets' crazy Shoot it out' that's what this crew about Hangin' out the Cutla** window with the Rugar out Prove yourself, k**ers in pursuit of clout It felt wrong, but who is you to doubt Look, my master plan was buy a pound and then move it south And hopefully one day I'll put this music out Trippin' now, seeing that it's moving out I'm buying spots, n***a moving out My fan base, I see 'em moving south I'm overseas eating f**ing croûte Yeah. So I can tell you what this hustling 'bout I couldn't tell you what no luck about I had maps on my wall, n***a Dope sacks in my drawers, n***a Look, a lot of stress I couldn't rest not at all n***a risking everything trynna ball