More songs by Nipsey Hussle
Description
Horn: 1500 or Nothin
Executive Producer: Adam Aderbraun
Producer: Axl Folie
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mastering Engineer: Dave Kutch
Mixer: Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Engineer: Garnett "G" Flynn
Producer: IAMNOBODI
A And R Administrator: Joya Nemley
Producer: Larrance Dopson
Programmer: Larrance Dopson
Audio Recording Engineer: Mario "Wizzo" Fernandez
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Matt Jacobson
Producer: Mike & Keys
Programmer: Mike & Keys
Co- Producer: MyGuyMars
Programmer: MyGuyMars
Executive Producer: Nipsey Hussle
Vocals: Nipsey Hussle
Executive Producer: Samiel Asgehdom
Executive Producer: Stephen Donelson
Executive Producer: Steven "Steve-O" Carless
Producer: Teddy Walton
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Tyler Page
Additional Vocals: Zacari Pacaldo
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Zachary Acosta
Writer: Ahmad Balshe
Writer: Alexander Chigbué
Writer: Axel Morgan
Writer: Dominic Hunn
Writer: Ermias Asghedom
Writer: Teddy Walton
Lyrics and translation
Original
I put my right hand to God, shine on these broads
Stay on my job, grind with my squad
Hundred racks on my car, no license at all
No tint on that thing, nigga, 'cause that's how we ball
All these fuck niggas flawed, suckas and frauds
My circle so small, stick to my script and just ball
First, I pick up my bitch, then we shut down the mall
Had to pick up the tip, she tried to pay for it all
Bring some Yac' with my plate, garlic noodles and steak
Bouncin' out the valet, with all these tats' on my face
People looking like, "Hey! Black nigga stay in your place"
But it's some shit they gon' think, and it's some shit they gon' say
Got to a brick from an eighth, see that music's my fate
Switched it out from out my trunk, went to the top of my state
And I Versace'd my waist, like 2Pac in his hey'
Brian Williams, how I built this All Money Estate, woah
I put my right hand to God
I put my right hand to God
I put my right hand to Jesus, fly like a eagle
Fight with these demons, shine light on my people
This life is a free throw, success is a kilo
My wife is a C-note, but my mistress is Creole
I sip on that Clicquot, while I'm bangin' that Z-Ro
Ghetto nigga like Cheetos, that got more famous than CeeLo
Turn legit from illegal, just like Pesci in Casino
Get JS off of P-role, watch him blow up like C4
I rose from a Regal, Auroras and Lincolns
Low-pros on Alpinas, to German drop top two-seaters
Was young and prestigious, phone was matchin' my beeper
"How the fuck you gon' reach him? He makin' more than his teachers"
Movin' forward with speed, all your morals'll leave
Only focus is cheese, now the forest is trees
Got infected with greed, distort what you see
Your worst nightmare than me, is justifyin' your means
Hold up!
I put my right hand to God
I put my right hand to God