Crenshaw & Slauson (True Story) - Nipsey Hussle

Relate to ya

I can’t if you’s a fake nigga

Where level 4 in the state is what your mistakes get ya

Rap niggas they just wanna double date with you

Twitpic and show these hoes that they affiliate with you

Labels used to treatin rappers like a slave, nigga

Starvin artist «just be happy with your fame nigga»

Shit changed, now it’s such a different game

All the niggas like myself is controlling everything

If you, pay attention see exactly what I mean

Fucc the middleman, I said that in 2003

Was 18, White Lincoln, chrome feet

Black .40 was my pillow, everynight I go to sleep

Grown niggas treat me like they OG

Holdin on to every word that the tiny loc speaks

I had a vision nobody else could see

Sold my shit to D-Mac, a little less than 10 Gs

Brought my grocery bag of cash back to Blacc Sam

He matched a nigga, next day we went to Sam Ash

We bought a pro tools and a microphone

Studio was far from plush but the lights was on

Couple hunned thousand stashed at my momma’s home

Real estate in Atlanta but ain’t nobody know

Mac 11s in the safe, hidden in the floor

My bro did it like nobody that I’ve ever known

Screens on every wall with 16 camera angles

Double pane bullet proof glass pushin past the haters

Cuban links and rolexes 'fo the check from Epic

This industry ain’t got like us but they gone respect it

Built the label up from money we was savin up

No details til the Statue of Limitations up

Couple niggas got flipped tryna play with us

The demonstrations speak loud so I ain’t sayin much

Was a charismatic nigga, I don’t play as much

Cos life is real when you live it in a place like us

School pictures crackin smiles, now my face is stuck

Shellshocked to see how much they really hated us

Couldn’t keep a kind heart, get yo hatred up

Streets smarts, nigga get yo information up

Watching Belly, smokin blunts, take Jamaican puffs

One day I’mma have a house and car like Jamaican cuz

Credits roll, back to stress pounds breakin up

Had to fight before we hustled and it made us tough

Early 90s neighbors rooster used to wake us up

Mama had a bucket and a shack but we ain’t make a fuss

Blue Cutlass, no license, .380 tucked

96 Caprice 'Bolt Da Fatts' was savin up

They gettin packed out if niggas try fade with us

Crenshaw and Slauson, True Story, Zo play the drums