Double Up - Nipsey Hussle, Belly, Dom Kennedy

Double up

Three or four times, I ain’t tellin no lies, I just run it up

Never let a hard time humble us

Do-do-double up

I ain’t tellin' no lies, I just (yeah)

I ain’t tellin' no lies, I just

Five, four, three two

That’s time, I got, to you

That money, my dreams, come true

My life, in diamonds, who knew?

Who knew?

Who knew?

Turned seven to a 14, 14 to a whole thing

Lord knows it’s a cold game, switched up on you hoes, mayne

Big body take both lanes, backseat blowin' propane

All black, five gold chains

Young rich nigga bossed up on his own mayne

My new shit sound like it’s «Soul Train»

Tookie Williams over Coltrane

Eric B by the rope chain

RSC, we fo' sho bang

Tiny locs and they go crazy

What you know about the dope game?

Was you born in the 80's?

Did your mama smoke cocaine?

Have you ever seen a whole thang?

What you drove through to the streets 'cause you grew up on short change?

Fucked up when the dope age

It remind me when these rappers drop duds and they clothes change

Had the part with the low fade

I would stand in front of Nix wit my sack for the whole day

Drive-by's, that was road rage

Then we park and hop out, learn levels to this whole thang

Old school play the O’Jays

Tryna make a slow change, mama still slavin' for a low wage

Tryna

Double up

Three or four times, I ain’t tellin no lies, I just run it up

Never let a hard time humble us

Do-do-double up

I ain’t tellin' no lies, I just (yeah)

I ain’t tellin' no lies, I just

Five, four, three two

That’s time, I got, to you

That money, my dreams, come true

My life, in diamonds, who knew?

Who knew?

Who knew?

I leave it behind if you let me

I probably got drowned just to hold you down

I’d jump off the ledge if you with me

I’d break you up, you just let me down

Let me down

Got my All Money In chain too

Let me down

It’s hard to catch what you can’t see

I grew up to be who I wanna be, so

The more niggas talk I’ma shine

Might a been way before its time

Posted wit my back against the wall

Life is a bitch but she mine

The rag six deuce yeah it’s mine

«The Westside II», yeah it’s mine

What you know about

Your poster on the wall like the dealership?

Leave her in the bed, legs tremblin'

Gettin' banged on for your Pendleton’s

What you know about

Your response be the reason you exist?

Lucky I ain’t get caught up in the twist

Young nigga, blue pager on my hip so

As the champagne spill

And the car accelerate and the beat gon' cry

I be goin' to the bank at least three, four times

Getting handshakes from the branch managers

We keep doing fly shit when the cameras cut

Double up

Three or four times, I ain’t tellin no lies, I just run it up

Never let a hard time humble us

Do-do-double up

I ain’t tellin' no lies, I just (yeah)

I ain’t tellin' no lies, I just

Five, four, three two

That’s time, I got, to you

That money, my dreams, come true

My life, in diamonds, who knew?

Who knew?

Who knew?

I leave it behind if you let me

I probably got drowned just to hold you down

I’d jump off the ledge if you with me

I’d break you up, you just let me down

Let me down

Let me down