Smoking With My Stylist Lyrics by Nipsey Hussle
Initials on my wallets, smoking with my stylist
Custom german plates on all my cars cause bitch I’m balling
All in burning crosses, which royalty regardless
Honestly I’m honored just to represent the progress
Destined as I sing to you, I know what I may tell you
Martin Luther King Jr., hustle, let me dream through you
When I told my scheme to em, told me that I seem stupid
Empty engines need fuelling, yeah that was like my theme music
Now I keep them links Cuban, money talks, I speak fluent
Everybody buying Rollies, you can ask my team’s jeweller
Life is but a dream to us, life is why they need music
Got it wrapped around the corner, looking like supreme through it
Cause when you cook it right, the fiends use it
Come take a look at life how we view it
You gotta start off in a cheap Buick
Then book a flight and see to it
That’s first class, my first pass
It’s big shit nigga like when birds pass
7 grams, I got to a bird fast
And Brian Herb stacks start busting on my church pass
DOA, you gonn be ok,
That’s what my granny used to say but I ain’t see a way
Sitting in the county jail I pray I see today
Most successful nigga – got an ‘S’ upon his face
Fuck the world, fuck the world
They hate a young nigga that could fuck your girl
They hate a real nigga when he touch a mill
Hate you if you fake, but hate you more if you real.
Nipsey Hussle - Smoking With My Stylist Lyrics
