Nipsey Hussle – Victory Lap (ft. Stacy Barthe) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

In celebration of Nipsey Hussle, here is Victory Lap featuring Stacy Barthe. The song was produced by Mike N Keys, Amaire Johnson & Sap. Listen, Mp3 Download, get the lyrics and watch the video.

Nipsey Hussle Victory Lap

Nipsey Hussle is on top of the world right now. The hip-hop world viewed his album as one of the absolute best to release in 2018, which is saying a lot. On top of that, Victory Lap was officially nominated for a Grammy Award a few weeks ago. As Nip continues his campaign with refreshed hopes to win a Grammy, the rapper has released a new video from the project.

Nipsey Hussle – Victory Lap (ft. Stacy Barthe) (prod. Mike N Keys, Amaire Johnson & Sap)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Stacy Barthe & Arctic Monkeys]
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Like the beginning of “Mean Streets” (ohh)
Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle & Arctic Monkeys]
I’m prolific, so gifted
I’m the type that’s gon’ go get it, no kiddin’
Breaking down a Swisher front of yo buildin’
Sitting on the steps feeling no feelings
Last night, it was a cold killin’
You gotta keep the devil in his hole, nigga
But you know how it go, nigga
I’m front line every time it’s on, nigga
Hunnid proof flow, run and shoot pro
458 drop, playin’ “Bullet Proof Soul”
Every few shows I just buy some new gold
Circle got smaller, everybody can’t go
Downtown diamond district, jewelers like “Yo
Hussle, holla at me, I got Cubans on the low”
Flew to Cancun, smokin’ Cubans on the boat
And docked at Tulum just to smoke, look
Listening to music at the Mayan Ruins
True devotion on the bluest ocean, cruisin’
My cultural influence even rival Lucien
I’m integrated vertically, y’all niggas blew it
They tell me, “Hussle, dumb it down, you might confuse ’em”
This ain’t that weirdo rap you motherfuckers used to
Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
I’m an urban legend, South Central in a certain section
Can’t express how I curbed detectives
Guess it’s, evidence of a divine presence
Blessings, help me out at times I seem reckless, F it
You got a L but got an E for effort, stretch it
Dropped him off in the Mojave desert, and left him
Ain’t no answer to these trick questions
Money makin’ Nip, straighten out my jewelry on my bitch dresser
Well known, flick up and jail pose
Matchin’ champagne bottles from Ricos til’ T show
Whatever, nigga, we playin’ chess, not checkers, nigga
Thirty-eight special for you clever niggas
See bro, if you ain’t live and die by the street codes
Been through all these motions, up and down like a see-saw
I can never view you as my equal
Fuck I want to hear your CD for?

[Chorus: Stacy Barthe & Arctic Monkeys]
(Whoa-oh) Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
(Whoa-oh) Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
(Whoa-oh) Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”
(We gotta make it) Like the beginning of “Mean Streets”

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Yeah, look
I’m finna take it there, this time around I’ma make it clear
Spoke some things into the universe and they appeared
I say it’s worth it, I won’t say it’s fair
You find your purpose or you wastin’ air
Fuck it though, y’all niggas scared, eyes opened, I can see it clear
They don’t make ’em bar none, they don’t make ’em real
They don’t make it where I’m from, they don’t take it here
They don’t see in due time, I be makin’ mil’s
Bossed up in this game, I been makin’ deals
Get your lawyer on the phone, we can make it real
I got checks and balance, I flex dramatic
Other fifty on my neck, just my reckless habit
Ain’t no pussy on my rep, disrespect the savage
I make one phone call and the rest get handled
This just another front step with candles
Lil message from the set, “We accept your challenge”

[Outro: Stacy Barthe]
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whoa, whoa
We gotta make it, yeah we gotta
We gotta make it, oh, we gotta make it
Ohh, ahh, ooh
We gotta make it, ohh
Victory Lap