Nipsey Hussle - Face The World lyrics

[Intro:] When all dreams... seem to die... The summer's gone... the breeze stops blowing... The sun just leaves the sky... [Verse 1:] Yeuh - this your life, you can play with it You make your bed, you gon' lay in it Do your thing, just be safe with it Triple bunks in the state prison Blue laces in my blue Chucks I ain't never gave two f**s BET, I chumped the 'hood up Askin' if that n***a Neff 'hood, what? Like I wouldn't take it to the back with you Same n***a walk the track with you Same n***a shot a strap with you Same n***a bought a sack with you 19, touching two birds Aplinas off a few swerves Grey leather in my white lincoln sh** smellin' like a new purse Two "Cs" on my b**h, sh** My money rising like "b**h, quick" Six words help you get this Rich rapper on some Crip sh** I prayed for blessings as a young n***a Not to learn the hard lessons of a drug dealer Triple life with a gang of Hasmin The judge triple white and he hate your blackness He slam the gabble with a racist pa**ion Go you waiting on the pills but your patience pa**ing All you've got to offer is a fight It's too late to run to Christ once you're caught up in this life Look... [Hook:] So face the world now... or cry... [Verse 2:] Look - don't cry tears, they don't fly here And if you don't die here, you're supposed to fly Lears 365 here's like a dog's year No wonder why these n***as 20 and got white hairs Stressing like they 40 and some change Slowly in this game, all my homies is in pain And brody is the slang, but it don't mean he your brother It don't mean you can trust him, it don't mean that he love you And we was raised wrong but we stayed strong And when we kept it real we got faked on And when we showed up we got flaked on A wilder n***a's story, getting cake, homes I bet my life, I'm a dice-shaker Electric lights on a skyscraper It's up and down for a real n***a But you'll be lame all your life, hater MAC-10 in my black Benz Show me signals of betrayal, can't be back friends Long flights get my mind right Victory to me is when you spend your time right Victory to me is when you get your grind right Victory to me is when you get your minds right n***as got this sh** twisted Like Jean-Michel Basquiat destroying his pictures Self-inflicted homicide, don't pull the trigger I feel like I've got to tell you you've got something to contribute... Regardless what you into, regardless what you've been through I feel like I've got to tell you you've got something to contribute... [Hook]