Ya'll ain't got nothin' like this over there
Bunch of front line millionaires
Bunch of self made, out the trunk paid
Against the odds, really took it there
Any prob I'ma reappear, with a squad you already fear
All this time I've been playin' fair, seven digits every single year
People died, people disappear, alibis, I was really there
Life of crime 'til I get the chair, Columbine in my trigger hair
Still I rise and I took the stairs
Feel the fire, it's a different glare
All these fights, it was never fair
Bustin' knuckles still I'm swingin' fierce
Taste the salt inside my drippin' tears
You should know I never had a fear
You should know I never had a shot
Never had a chance, still I took it here
Manage pride but I see it clear, strategize, I'm a engineer
Pick a side, gotta keep it there, switchin' up people, lookin' weird

I got the key to the city, I got a girl that's saddity
Talk to that chick in Swahili, tattoo my name in graffiti
Wack out your hood in graffiti
Come through your hood on the weekly
None of y'all people can see me
None of y'all people can see me

Nipsey walked out of the booth after rapping his verse. Another song down, and his album was nearly complete. He sat down and began smoking a blunt, when one of his associates came up to him with some news. "Damn Nip, you been blowing up bro. Looks like people are trying to get you on tracks with them. They're talking about some decent pay too!" 

He took a few hits of the blunt and nodded his head. It was time to do some features, it'll help build hype for his upcoming album. Nipsey told his homie to have those people get in touch with him so they can discuss business. 

After completing the mix, Nipsey called his homeboy DaBaby and asked if he wanted to do a track.