It was a new year and a beautiful morning. Nipsey ate some bacon, pancakes, hash browns, and washed it down with some freshly squeezed orange juice. After brushing his teeth, he headed downstairs from his penthouse to meet his bodyguards and friends as they prepared to go the the studio.

His album was nearly complete, and Nipsey liked the way things were turning out. Once he reached the studio, he smoked a little bit to get into his zone, and drunk some tea to prepare his vocal chords. After rehearsing for a bit, it was time to lay down his verse. The producer gave him a nod and started the beat. Once the beat dropped, Nipsey began his verse.

Pull up in motorcades, I got a show today
This all I'm tryna do, hustle and motivate
Choppers and throwaways, hustle the Hova way
That's why they follow me, huh? They think I know the way
Cause I took control of things, ballin' the solo way
And if you pattern my trend, I make you my protege
Slauson Ave. soldier raised, people don't know them days
Take you in back of the buildings, make you expose your rage
Take you across the tracks, make you explode a face
Now you official now, but you got a soul to save
I just been cookin' that new, I'm bout to drop in a few
Think if I call it the great, the people gon' call it the truth
Ain't really trip on the credit, I just paid all of my dues
I just respected the game, now my name all in the news
Trippin' on all of my moves, quote me on this, got a lot more to prove
'Member I came in this bitch, fresh out the county with nothin' to lose

Nipsey stepped out of the booth and had the producer replay the verse. It was solid. Nipsey smiled, lit his blunt, and took some puffs before passing it to one his homies. He continued to sip on tea while the engineers mixed the track.

After perfecting the first verse, it was time to record the second. Nipsey took a few hits of his blunt and sipped his tea, before stepping into the booth.

Back in this bitch like I never left
Stand for some shit that you never rep
Passing through stages in life
Through the ups and the downs like it's all just another test
Live by the rules like a fuckin' ref
I got respect in a hundred sets
Too many chains, need another chest
Playin' no games if it wasn't chess
Cut from that cloth that you couldn't stretch
Cut from that circle you couldn't test
Heavily pressured and under stressed
Even though people ain't show up, it was a mess
Honest attempt, play him to the left
Judge a young brotha by they address
Left us no option, what they expect?
Only thing we knew for sure was to bang the set
Fuck livin' basic, I'm takin' risks
Fuck what they sayin', I'm sayin' this
Don't waste your time, it don't make you rich
It don't mean nothin' so fuck 'em, let's make a grip
Double up, triple up, make assist
Ballin' so hard, you could play your bench
Lead to the lake, if they wanna fish
Make sure them people around you stick to the script
This should be written in stone
You should come visit my zone
Don't take my word, double check all of my flows
Ask 'em how Hussle got on, but fuck what you heard
This is for who walked down that road
Sold everything, but they soul
Straight off the curb, real brothas rich as you nerds
Addressed to whom it may concern
I don't do this for nothin', nah

With both his verses finished, the song was now complete. The only thing left was to finish mixing the verses and the chorus and the track will be ready to be released. Nipsey stepped out of the booth and rolled another blunt. Everyone was feeling the song, and Nipsey was definitely proud of how things were sounding. This should be a great album indeed. 

DaBaby listens while taking a major puff of his backwood

The Marathon Continues brother

Nipsey takes a few puffs of his blunt and pours some Hennessy, handing DaBaby a glass.

"Appreciate it my brother. Let's prosper!"