In celebration of Nipsey Hussle, here is Right Hand 2 God. The song was produced by My Guy Mars, Mike N Keys & Larrance Dopson. Listen, Mp3 Download and get the lyrics.
Nipsey Hussle Right Hand 2 God
Last year, tragedy struck when Nipsey Hussle was murdered by Eric Holder at his Marathon Clothing store in Los Angeles. The shocking assassination sent the entire rap game into a collective shock; Nipsey had only recently released his official debut album Victory Lap, a project that signaled great things to come from the meticulous and entrepreneurially-savvy artist. In hindsight, we’re lucky to have received the album when we did, as there remains plenty of strong material to unpack — thus solidifying his legacy for years to come.
While the task of highlighting an individual song for revisitation is a difficult task, it feels fitting to reflect on “Right Hand 2 God,” the emotional closing track of Victory Lap. An album closer is inherently granted significance through its placement alone. Here, it feels like Victor Lap’s themes of triumph are manifested in one three minute reflection. Rather than indulging in excessively opulent behavior, Nip never betrays his character. “Bouncin’ out the valet, with all these tats’ on my face, people looking like, “Hey! Black n*** stay in your place,” he raps. “But it’s some shit they gon’ think, and it’s some shit they gon’ say.”
Sadly, the album’s final bars resonates with a somber tone, given how his Victory Lap was ultimately cut short. “Movin’ forward with speed, all your morals will leave, only focus is cheese, now the forest is trees,” he spits, as the project winds to a close. “Got infected with greed, distort what you see / your worst nightmare than me, is justifyin’ your means.” Rest in peace, Nipsey Hussle. Rather than mourning the music that might have been, consider appreciating the legacy he left behind.
Nipsey Hussle – Right Hand 2 God (prod. My Guy Mars, Mike N Keys & Larrance Dopson)
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I put my right hand to God, shine on these broads
Stay on my job, grind with my squad
Hundred racks on my car, no license at all
No tint on that thing, nigga, ’cause that’s how we ball
All these fuck niggas flawed, suckas and frauds
My circle so small, stick to my script and just ball
First I pick up my bitch, and we shut down the mall
Had to pick up the tip, she tried to pay for it all
Bring some ‘Gnac with my plate, garlic noodles and steak
Bouncin’ out the valet, with all these tats’ on my face
People looking like, “Hey! Black nigga’ stay in your place”
But it’s some shit they gon’ think, and it’s some shit they gon’ say
Got to a brick from an eighth, see that music’s my fate
Switched it out from out my trunk, went to the top of my state
And I Versace’d my waist, like 2Pac in his hey
Bryan Williams how I built this All Money Estate, whoa!
[Chorus]
I put my right hand to God
I put my right hand to God
[Verse 2]
Put my right hand to Jesus, fly like a eagle
Fight with these demons, shine light on my people
This life is a free throw, success is a kilo
My wife is a C-note, but my mistress is Creole
I sip on that Clicquot, while I’m bangin’ that Z-Ro
Ghetto nigga’ like Cheeto’s, that got more famous than Cee-Lo
Turn legit from illegal, just like Pesci in “Casino”
Get J-S off a P-ro, watch him blow up like C4
I rose from a Regal, Auroras and Lincoln’s
Low-pros on Alpina’s, to German drop top two-seaters
Was young and prestigious, phone was matchin’ my beeper
How the fuck you gon’ reach him? He makin’ more than his teachers
Movin’ forward with speed, all your morals’ll leave
Only focus is cheese, now the forest is trees
Got infected with greed, distort what you see
Your worst nightmare than me, is justifyin’ your means
Hold up!
[Chorus]
I put my right hand to God
I put my right hand to God
