[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]

Late night niggas at the Shell deep

Bird out, gang signs to the pale beast

Big guns, long clips and they well greased

Black woman on my 20 dollar bill crease

Head shot, man down in the Ville, sheesh

Enemies, M.C.'s, they get swiss cheesed

Double back, 10 minutes made a big scene

Bullets start flying by a nigga, that's a sick breeze

While I'm here, take a pic please

You know legends die young, rest in peace Prince and Pimp C

From the block to the big leagues, self-made millionaire, white America ain't pimp me

Don't tell me that it's skin deep

Don't tell me that I'm tripping

Only listening to my instincts

Step back for the increase

Hussle ain't got it mapped out? Don't offend me

[Verse 2: G Perico]

Yeah, look

Late night, niggas out on 108th deep

Choppers out 'case a nigga tryna come creep

Bitch tripping cause I'm always in the street

Bag of money in a Beemer on the back seat

Bitch, you getting paid or you playing?

Broke ass niggas always running round hating

See an unknown face, where you from? Is you banging?

Heard your name before

You that nigga making statements, uh

So Way Out got…

Gang of niggas in the cut pointing red dots

Lil' skinny ass nigga calling all shots

They send the snitches tryna get a nigga knocked off, ah

Fuck all cops, to a million dollar spot when I slide off

Chunk the deuce in the G when I ride off

All luxury shit for a young boss