[Intro: Davey D & Nip Hussle the Great]
Davey D: You know, I mean, one half, you get guys that say they gotta impress the females. Female ain't tryna talk to you unless you blinged out. On the other hand, you got other people feel like they gotta show off to the homies and, impress them with they riches. I mean, what-what do you think is there...how do we get them out of that mindset?
Nipsey Hussle: Man, I feel like that's insecurity. Material things ain't nothin', you feel me? Cuz you know, you wasn't born with it, you're gonna die without it. So, if you feel some diamonds and some jewelry to get at a female, it's cuz you feel you lack somethin' within yo' self, you know what I mean? So, with all that, as far as that, I feel that's insecurity
[Hook x2: GP of 4/5]
(Look)
Diamonds in the gold
Diamonds in the chain
Lost it all then got it back
What more is there to gain
Look at where we started
Then look how far we came
Do this shit myself so if I fail no one to blame
[Verse 1: GP of 4/5]
Look, I was thinkin' reup
They was playin' keep up
Put my niggas on they feet, before I put my feet up
Humble and I'm G'd up, earned stripes like I'm Adidas
We was pitchin' base, tryna' make it home like Derek Jeter
Seen some niggas strike out, my daddy doin' life now
Bros in the grave, some of my niggas in the statehouse
And now I'm at the steakhouse, mappin' out a way out
Call up Bun B, you know it's love, he givin' game out
Trill niggas reach me, my mama couldn't teach me
How to be a man, now I'm the man, it wasn't easy
The women call me GP, my niggas call me Hollywood
But I'm from Port Arth, I'm a genius but I'm highly hood
You don't know the time it took, diamonds shinin' out the rough
Write so many songs, my journals and my money pilin' up
My bitches think I'm fly enough, but I just keep on buyin' stuff
Givenchy on the lens, been settin' trends, my niggas fly as fuck
Coulda' dropped the hook right here, but fuck it niggas time is up
Finna cop the diamond buffs as if I didn't shine enough
Won't sign a 360, partnership or miss me
Can't let the label stiff me, I learned all that shit from Nipsey
I'm prolly in the city roll around I got that blinky on me
I ain't on shit, prolly with my bitch or with my lil homies
The cash rule everything around me
Used to put my niggas on whenever I got the pounds in
Now I'm chasin' dreams, this shit was all a dream
I'm a ballin' fiend, my bitch shoes is Al McQueen
With Curry's on the team, we Curryin' the beef
I'm Curry in the Finals, ain't a word from my team
First round draft picks, from have-nots to havin' shit
I was chasin' bags, been on point I'm so accurate
And now we in the Big League, from pennies to the blue cheese
Started off with nothin', now my sneakers got two C's
(Campaign shit)
[Outro: Davey D & Nip Hussle the Great]
Davey D: What message do you give so people can maybe, see it, see things in a different light?
Nip Hussle the Great: Man I feel like, you know, we got a common' enemy, ya know what I'm sayin? So I don't feel we got time to be beefin', make no sense. That's, that's Divide and Conquer, you know I'm what I'm sayin', that's Willie Lynch