State of Mind - Nipsey Hussle

Count this dough up

Call my name, I’m gon' show up

Young, bout to pour up

Quarter pint in my soda

Now picture me rollin'

My V-12, that’s twin turbo

Fuck with that Gelardo

But the 'rari I prefer though

Y’all, war verbal

We candle your curb up

Police can’t control us

They just react to these murders

Take y’all niggas off

And be back in the mornin'

Last time was a walk up

Now we poppin' out the foreign

Stickin' to the script

Y’all got too many stories

Talk just like a bitch

We got too many Maury’s

Loose lips to sink the ship

But break the levees like New Orleans

I always move in silence

Except when I’m recordin'

Mama raised a king

Wasn’t fit to be a doctor

Product of my environment

Sirens and helicopters

Murder, kidnap for capital’s

Only one half of the problem

Prices on top of heads

Go through hell just to get that dollar

Rich and dangerous in the City of Angels

Everything about me, Slausangeles

Everyone around me still bang, don’t bang with us

Disrespect the set and we on your neck if you don’t hang with us

It’s Slausangeles