Nipsey Hussle & Jay-Z - What It Feels Like (Leaked Ross Verse Released)

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Scorpion bricks, way before Aubrey's double disc
.40 on my lap, clap, sound like 40 did the mix
Filtered bass, sift coke like the Michelin star chef
Chef kiss to my wrist, I go dummy with my left
IRS on my dikk tryna audit all my checks, it's too late
You know they hate when you become more than they expect
You let them crackers storm your Capitol, put they feet up on your desk
And yet you talkin' tough to me, I lost all my little respect
I'm sellin' weed in the open, bringin' folks home from the feds
I know that payback's gon' be mean, I'm savin' all my little bread
Pray for me, y'all, one day I'ma have to pay for these thoughts
Real nikkas is extinct, it ain't safe for me, my dawg
Killin' nikkas in they own hoods, that make sense to you at all?
You burnt your bridge to the other side, you know you can't swim across
Y'all know nikkas can't swim, they fried Mike after he died
Y'all know nikkas can't win, you never land, all jokes aside
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton got mur—, hol' up
Assassinated, just to clarify further
What y'all gave birth is the chairman mixed with Jeff Fort
Big stepper on that jet with my legs crossed (Uh, uh)
Black stones on my neck, y'all can't kill Christ (Uh)
Black messiah is what I feel like (Woo)
shyt ain't gonna stop 'cause y'all spilled blood
We gon' turn up even more since y'all kill cuz'



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Hov blacked out on this shyt.
 

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Scorpion bricks, way before Aubrey's double disc
.40 on my lap, clap, sound like 40 did the mix
Filtered bass, sift coke like the Michelin star chef
Chef kiss to my wrist, I go dummy with my left
IRS on my dikk tryna audit all my checks, it's too late
You know they hate when you become more than they expect
You let them crackers storm your Capitol, put they feet up on your desk
And yet you talkin' tough to me, I lost all my little respect
I'm sellin' weed in the open, bringin' folks home from the feds
I know that payback's gon' be mean, I'm savin' all my little bread
Pray for me, y'all, one day I'ma have to pay for these thoughts
Real nikkas is extinct, it ain't safe for me, my dawg
Killin' nikkas in they own hoods, that make sense to you at all?
You burnt your bridge to the other side, you know you can't swim across
Y'all know nikkas can't swim, they fried Mike after he died
Y'all know nikkas can't win, you never land, all jokes aside
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton got mur—, hol' up
Assassinated, just to clarify further
What y'all gave birth is the chairman mixed with Jeff Fort
Big stepper on that jet with my legs crossed (Uh, uh)
Black stones on my neck, y'all can't kill Christ (Uh)
Black messiah is what I feel like (Woo)
shyt ain't gonna stop 'cause y'all spilled blood
We gon' turn up even more since y'all kill cuz'



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Hov blacked out on this shyt.
Lol at the Drake poke. I officially support this verse now :salute:
 
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