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No Regrets (feat. Zeke) - Nipsey Hussle

No Regrets (feat. Zeke)

Nipsey Hussle

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Fuck this track you get your shit splat

Before you ever heard me rap, I had to spit crack

Slimey rocks crashed off they [?

Doing numbers like Def Jam in the 90's but

Much to there surprise I'm the fuckin flyest

In the Chevy nigga playin Pac nigga "Still I Rise"

Blue rag around my forehead, code red

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Quote it how you want, I just rolled a blunt

I'm sippin lean in first class gettin' my shoulders rubbed

Streets is talkin' so I'm listening with a loaded gun

Still all I hear is niggas sayin' I'm the chosen one

Champagne open one, watch it over run

I heard him say a drunk mind speak a sober tongue

We're still adjusting to the changes

I been gettin' money but it's different when you famous

There's been niggas famous but it's different when you bangin'

All these niggas hatin', all these police tryna hank you

What should you do? decisions your blood racing

Fresh out the count, trying to go platinum on probation

But no regrets my nigga just smoke break

Just soak it all out, double back from both angles

Artists that label, no favors, no thank you

Rap about it all just to [?

Pull up in cars with blunts large like Jamaican

Sticky from bell sells white broads named Rachel

Never broke code and I never made statements on the rules

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Greatness fooly, four words, self made salute me

A lot of niggas watching now prolly hate this movie, but fuck em

I'm so tired of the same discussion

I'm worth M's niggas ain't made nothin'

No regrets now, I got it off my chest now

Since the womb, mama know I'm a special

That's prolly why she don't wanna 'notha level

Real never fall off, like fake bezels

Spirit over rebel, heart of a lion

All that's inside me, Is worth all this trying

Worth all this grindin'

Cause I'm from the hood and we ain't scared about dying

Just want my end

Success I just want my fair share in life

In that self made I ain't tryna hear life

Still proud of what I look at in the mirror life

Hyde Park hussle half baked on a Paris flight

I'm sippin' hot tea before I hit the stage

Earl grey, mother a pearl face

Forever I'm the flyest, we fuck on Chanel sheets

Count cash after shows, I spazzed on the globe

I passed all my goals, then I mapped out some more

On this never ending road I fix flats in the cold boy

Respect how I master my role, and I made it all happen alone

- It's already the end -