[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]

Really came up in the field

Get money, get life or get killed

Now how the fuck it's gone feel

When we starts touchin them mil's

We ain't got nothing but shells

We ain't got nothing to tell

Watch how the story unveil

Bet you the hustla' prevail

Equity all in my deal

900 dollars a meal

Fuck with that T-Bone and snow crab

Hoggy like shrimp when it's chill

Slide on them leathers from frankfort

Smell it make sure it dont stank first

Test her make sure that brain work

Beat that shit all out the framework

You was just sayin my name, no?

I figured you know how this game go

So run me yo watch and yo chain bro

But next time I'm callin my gang tho

Shinin got all of chains on

Back of that bach gettin my brains blown

Ran up that check then I layed low

Make sure that money gone make more

Nigga yall witnessed it we got eight businesses hater thats bankroll

You could die if I say so

Heavy like 77th st case closed

Shit will get straight cold

Shit is just business we pull up and take souls

Gorillas and ape mold

LA county uh teach you that predator play mode

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]

Really from up in the house

Really thumpers in the couch

Really say what I'm about

Off the block I made a whole onion

Heavy hustle got the name buzzin in the kitchen whippin tryna gain something

Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin

Bitches know I got a chain coming

Nigga know I got a chain coming

Pussy talkin know he got a fade coming

Pull up on me with the same thuggin

I ran it up with my bitch she gone get cracking with me and don't save nothin

I can't be wasting my time, what Ima do it for if it don't make nothin

I keep a 4 four on my ear cuz I chase a bag I know they won't take from me

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]

In my traphouse I trust

About bitches I don't give a fuck

Lets see how fast you can count it

Came up off 16 ounces

I just parked my wraith in the hood

Cook in my backwood

And I gotta sack for her, don't bout you but life good

I ain't been doing nothin but countin paper

Duckin and dodging these haters

Bitches they making me sick, tell em fuck em nigga get they weight up, remember sittin in the house wit about a hunnid pounds

Pitbulls in the backyard and we gotta couple hunnid rounds

Nigga where the fuck you was at, I ain't never seen you out here

Momma and my daddy was fucked up nigga I was forced to be out here

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]

Really from up in the house

Really thumpers in the couch

Really say what I'm about

Off the block I made a whole onion

Heavy hustle got the name buzzin in the kitchen whippin tryna gain something

Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin

Bitches know I got a chain coming

Nigga know I got a chain coming

Pussy talkin know he got a fade coming

Pull up on me with the same thuggin

I ran it up with my bitch she gone get cracking with me and don't save nothin

I can't be wasting my time, what Ima do it for if it don't make nothin

I keep a 4 four on my ear cuz I chase a bag I know they won't take from me

I know they won't take from me