Let's go, fuck it Shout-out ENG What can I say man it's a letter to Nip You were a legend and your legacy we'll never forget Why all the real ones dying, I am fed-up with this It's frustrating man there's too much shit to get off my chest Like damn Why the streets gotta over power talent? And why does beef shit always have to end up violent? I just found out that you died like twenty minutes ago And even though I didn't know you that shit dented my soul Thirty-three years old and had a couple kids of his own Just had a Grammy nomination too, this shit is too cold Instead of pullin' all them triggers, take a different approach To top it off you just got shot up right out front of his store Like damn The other night I watched this interview you did Where you talked about buying property to give back to the kids And now you'll never have a chance too, that's just how it is So I'm praying for your children, so they'll get through all of this Catch me riding through my city doing victory laps Bumping Nipsey, smokin' sticky, with a fifth on the dash My homie used to produce for you way back in the day He did that "Keys To The City" beat, that shit had me amazed The cadence you had on records I just cannot explain He said he sent you a folder before you passed away You were one of the martyrs that I believe when they rap You were respected in the streets and you could see it wasn't cap Now we're saying goodbye to you This beefing shit is wack I had so many questions for you I ain't even get to ask Its just the one's who are winning becoming targets And its the one's who fall victims that want start shit So sick of losing that these dudes become heartless Its all the price that you pay for being an artist But best believe the whole industry about to ride witchu These dudes jealous so they shooting over pride issues In a scene of chihuahuas you was a wild pitbull You were a staple in the game, dawg ill miss you "Having strong enemies is a blessing" That's what you tweeted this evening man what a head trip Man I can't even believe it Its got me restless I heard this beat and I need to put my two cents in The whole games tryna' process what just happened I bet Pac's got a room for you in thugs mansion I'm only writing this as therapy so fuck rappin' R.I.P Nip Hussle you had too much talent My homie got your slogan tatted on his skin "All money in, No money out" Maybe I'll get one just like him Even though you passed away just know your legacy still lives Roll a blunt up, pour some drink out and lets celebrate for Nip Rest in peace