Artist: Nipsey Hussle f/ Y2 Album: State of Mind (S) Song: State of Mind Typed by: AZ Lyrics [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, boy fergal We candle your curb up Police can't control us They just react to these murders Tape 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' [Y2] 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