Lyrics
Gotta check the price on an upper life
Considering the cost of a better life
If I tried twice will I get it right
Wondering if repeated attempts will yield success
Slept in parking lots on them long nights
Having slept in parking lots during challenging times
No phone calls it don't feel right
Feeling uneasy without receiving phone calls
I'm a hunker down I'm a live life
Planning to settle down and live life
Got a glock on me this is every night
Carrying a firearm (Glock) regularly for protection
Free my little brother Lawless nigga
Expressing concern for a sibling named Lawless
I ain't been the same since the took him out of stripes
Feeling changed since the sibling faced consequences (got out of stripes, possibly meaning getting out of prison)
On a four yard walking down a number
Referencing a location (four-yard) where a connection can be found
He can call me anytime he got my number
Willingness to support the sibling if they reach out
I'm a put him on I'm a bring him back
Intent on helping and reintegrating the sibling
I'm a compensate him for the time stacked
Planning to compensate the sibling for lost time
4th ave they don't give a fuck
Referencing a place (4th Ave) with a disregard for consequences
Never gave a fuck and its nasty
Having a history of not caring about things, possibly rebellious
I'm a hop out the four door
Readiness to act swiftly (hop out) with a firearm
With a glock on me nigga get active
Being prepared for confrontation and urging others to be active
On my mama Goldie shit real nigga
Repetition of previous verses, emphasizing the same themes of loyalty, challenges faced, and a determination to move forward
crizona got guns for sale
-If you see me speakin with him on the low
-Then I really thought the nigga would't tell
-I did six in cell by myself
-I didn't pick up the phone about no help
-When I came home I got back with it
-I ain't trippin up over my old self
-On my mama Goldie shit real nigga
-crizona got guns for sale
-If you see me speakin with him on the low
-Then I really thought the nigga would't tell
-I did six in cell by myself
-I didn't pick up the phone about no help
-When I came home I got back with it
-I ain't trippin up over my old self
-I be on the block you be really not
-I be callin shots like I'm on the clock
-I could never stop cause I'm at the top
-cll the groupies bop all the haters watch
-I be at the top they can never stop me
-I can see right thru 'em they be pocket watchin
-I be makin hits like I'm Lc Dodgin
-Man I came from nothin I'm a getting poppin
-I was broke as fuck now I got 'em flockin
-Now they fuck with us cause the album droppin
-I'm a double up till I'm Nipsey poppin
-I don't hate on you you be window shopping
-When I was coming up they ain't like me
-I ain't have shit they ain't write me
-I'm a real one they ain't hype me
-Bitches love me cause grinding
-I got the money they knowing the name
-They know that I'm hungry
-I'm runnin the game
-I'll show you who's loyal I'll show you my pain
-I'll show you the real ones I'll show you who lame
-I'll show you the drugs I'll show you the caine
-Just like the last quarter I'll give you the game
-I'm selling it out so they know that I came
-They wearing their shirts so they repping the gang
-On my mama Goldie shit real nigga
-crizona got guns for sale
-If you see me speakin with him on the low
-Then I really thought the nigga would't tell
-I did six in cell by myself
-I didn't pick up the phone about no help
-When I came home I got back with it
-I ain't trippin up over my old self
-On my mama Goldie shit real nigga
-crizona got guns for sale
-If you see me speakin with him on the low
-Then I really thought the nigga would't tell
-I did six in cell by myself
-I didn't pick up the phone about no help
-When I came home I got back with it
-I ain't trippin up over my old self
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