Story of My Life lyrics

[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Yeauh
Hussle Music
It's that TMC
The Marathon Continues
'iHussle.com' all that
Sup lil baby, f*ck with a real n*gga
I pick you up in a bullet proof or the drop top Benz
Come do what we do, you know?
f*ck you n*gga

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, story of my life
Wake up on my grind
Don't go to sleep 'til late at night
n*ggas play my mixtapes and they b*tches say he tight
See I remind her of the type of n*ggas that she like
Type of sh*t that starts a fight
But it been like that all my life
Crack your b*tch off my bike, ass
Jealous ass, I'll f*ck a n*gga' wife
Got that swagger, got that swipe
Get that cash, I live that life
Take that hoe b*tch that you love
And introduce her to these lights
While you beggin' her to be your baby mama and do right
I be pull up and park my Benz at LAX and take that flight
Drop top, Louis bag, Louis belt, di*kies sag
Hopscotch through security cuz b*tch I am the man
There's really nothin' to me
You can treat that hootchie like the ?
Lock her in the house when she get out she gon' pursue
Truly, young Hussle livin' like a Boss
Still straight up Wilshire to Neiman Marcus gang a large bills
Uh
That's right
Yeauh
You already know what this is n*gga
Handcuff yo' hoe
Come to yo' city and f*ck that b*tch on the tour bus, n*gga
And I even smoke no' more
All I do is count cash with that b*tch
And leave it on her buttcrack while I f*ck on the bed
Shove her head in the pillow n*gga and chuck the hood up
Break a n*gga's heart, you better know that

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, story of my life
Wake up on my grind
Don't go to sleep 'til late at night
Once upon a time the public bus I used to ride, but
Beamers, Benz and Bentlys only type of sh*t I drive
Got a license to survive that means I got the right to ride on
All of you f*ck n*ggas that round table at my demise
Look you in yo' face and smile right before I take your life
All's fair in love and war so ain't no wrong or right
See that hatred in yo' eye so when I flip don't be surprised
'bout this real n*gga sh*t, I will not compromise
di*k ridin' jealous n*ggas all deserve to die
How you scared of heights, but still hate me I'm cuz I'm fly
n*ggas threatened by me now but I'm not even in my Prime, I
Just left the label, I'm back out here on my grind
But it's been like that all my life so I'm a hussler by design
f*ck what's on yo' mind thinkin' you could even try
Act like ya'll faggot n*ggas, what's gon' press the line