It had been quite some time since he lost his father in the most recent war. Nipsey grew up in the streets under Berserker's wing. He learned to hustle, sell drugs, and kill if he had to. Time flew by, and Nipsey began to slowly make a name for himself.

Bodyguards waiting for Nipsey as he exited his penthouse. One handed him a blunt as Nipsey entered a vehicle. Today Nipsey would be going to the local radio station to rap some verses he had written recently.

The vehicle finally reached its destination. Nipsey took a few more puffs of his blunt and entered the building to meet with the DJ he was scheduled to talk with. After an initial meet and greet, the DJ notified Nipsey that they were live, and played an instrumental in the background. After finding his flow, Nipsey began to rap:

"I put my right hand to God, shine on these broads,
Stay on my job, grind with my squad
Hundred racks on my car, no license at all
No tint on that thing, boy, 'cause that's how we ball
All these fuck people flawed, suckas and frauds
My circle so small, stick to my script and just ball
First I pick up my chick, and we shut down the mall
Had to pick up the tip, she tried to pay for it all
Bring some 'Gnac with my plate, garlic noodles and steak
Bouncin' out the valet, with all these tats' on my face"

Nipsey finished his verse and the DJ nodded in approval. It was obvious that he could rap and was told to come back with some more tracks. With a smile, Nipsey shook the DJ's hand, and exited the radio station, he had some work to put in.