Top Down

Yeah, Nip Hussle in this motherfucker
Ralo what up?

Look
My top down, your name hot now
But when I was out here
Nigga you was not 'round ('round)
Was in the game, but I just watch now
I did rims so my shit stock now
Suede, hit, linin' on the roof
From relyin' on the facts
Niggas lyin' in the booth
When we travel 'round the world
We flyin' with a suitcase, stamped
Louis Vuitton, with Cuban cigars
Miami, Ocean Ave, couple beautiful broads
On the back of motorbikes, ain't no use for a car
I'm outta town, so the coupe is at large
And this, jealous of success, niggas usually are
But, I dont give a fuck, I ain't trippin' though (though)
Nigga gettin' desperate while I'm gettin' dough
Oh, you love that bitch? Better get yo' ho
And I ain't gotta tell you why, you already know

Once in a lifetime shit
She ain't never been fucked in a drop top Benz
That's why when I pull up she quick to get in
I'm a boss, young nigga get some paper and a pen
Class is in session, rap 'til I'm restless
'Cause constant repetition is the path to progression
Class is in session, rap 'til I'm restless
'Cause constant repetition is the path to progression

Take that and run with it, you should get some cash (cash)
Way back as young niggas, we was livin' fast
Heavy on the grind, South Central state of mind
Type of nigga to buy a pound, and break it all down in dimes
Navy blue Regal 1985
Gold Rollie on my neck, .380 in my spine
It was a lot of thin's that was runnin' through my mind
All of which I would brin' to myself, in due time
And now I'm watch and ring put a strain on her eye
Fireworks in my sleeve, the 4th of July
Waist line Louis, stay fly truly
Can't fuck with me with a rubber or a roofie
Hoes try and choose me, haters try and shoot me
Feds wanna book me, and these bitches wanna screw me
Ex-street nigga turned boss, that's the routine
And you would have extras if your life was a movie

Yeah
Let me catch my breath that's a whole lot of words, you know
Uh, this is the marathon
New shit, Neighborhood Nip Hussle
Let's get it