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Million While You Young
by Nipsey Hussle

And I'm actually gonna get right into it
And your really wanna know how
You know how can I blaze my own path
How can I be successful
How can I follow the path that someone else has laid for me to be successful

I'm sitting on Dueces while the blunt burn
Still raping rap music 'cause I want more
All Money In, it's just us four
It's just Cobby, it's just Harvee
It's just Rimpau, it's just Adam
It's just Blac Sam and Bolt da Fatts
Where your 600 Benz, where your Rovers at?
Where your Cuban links?
Nigga, where your Rollies at?
Where your big booty bad bitches staple posters at?
Where you hustle? Where you run from the police at?
Where you ever represented hope where the hopeless at?
Where you had to take an oath fore you sold a sack?
Dealt with all the pressure played it like you never noticed that
Amongst it all, put yourself on the map
Turned into a booming operation
Where your focus at?
Where your 600 Benz, where your Rovers at?
Where your Cuban link?
Nigga, where your Rollie at?

I would rather shoot before I run
Pressure on my shoulder weigh a ton
You should try to do what we done
Make a million dollars while you young
I would rather shoot before I run
Pressure on my shoulder weigh a ton
You should try to do what we done
Make a million dollars while you young

So if you can tell us how exactly and what deal you did to make a million dollars

I can tell you niggas how I came up
Similar to climbing out the grave, huh
Can't be actin' like a bitch tryna get saved bruh
Get that dirt up off your shoulder step yo game up
Can't be chasing pussy switch your ways up
Can't be fuckin' off your lucci gotta save up
See you gon' probably fail tryna play us
Streets ain't for everybody, get your grades up
Ain't bout your money you just lookin' for a stage huh
And all that stuntin' put a bullet in your brain, huh?
Stupid ass nigga you can't fade us
Niggas like pfft who even raised cuz
Where you come from?
Where you get your name from?
You was in the house, now with the runaway slaves, huh?
You ain't never in the spot when they raid huh?
You ain't really bout it lil nigga this a phase huh?

I would rather shoot before I run
Pressure on my shoulder weigh a ton
You should try to do what we done
Make a million dollars while you young
I would rather shoot before I run
Pressure on my shoulder weigh a ton
You should try to do what we done
Make a million dollars while you young

Tell me why you mad for
Tell me why you mad
I know to you it looks easy
Tell me why you mad for
Tell me why you mad
This shit ain't easy believe me
Tell me why you mad for
Tell me why you mad
I know to you it looks easy
Tell me why you mad for
Tell me why you mad
This shit ain't easy believe me

Self made self made nigga really self made
And I don't never understand the type of games you niggas play
Westside to the westside Atlanta until I die
Fuck with my nigga Nipsey best believe a nigga gon' ride

Tell me why you mad for
Tell me why you mad
I know to you it looks easy
Tell me why you mad for
Tell me why you mad
But this shit ain't easy believe me
Tell me why you mad for
Tell me why you mad
I know to you it looks easy
Tell me why you mad for
Tell me why you mad
But this shit ain't easy believe me

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Amaire Johnson, Ermias Asghedom, Jacob Dutton, James Groover, LaMar Edwards, Michael Cox Jr., Robert Mandell, Terius Nash

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