Right Hand 2 God - Nipsey Hussle

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, and we shut down the mall

Had to pick up the tip, she tried to pay for it all

Bring some 'Gnac 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

Bryan Williams how I built this All Money Estate, whoa!

I put my right hand to God

I put my right hand to God

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 Cheeto’s, that got more famous than Cee-Lo

Turn legit from illegal, just like Pesci in «Casino»

Get J-S off a P-ro, watch him blow up like C4

I rose from a Regal, Auroras and Lincoln’s

Low-pros on Alpina’s, 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