I got so many kids in the game, it's like a gender revealing I got that feeling, Lionel Richie, Dancing on the Ceiling Hope it resemble a Van Gogh when you paint me the villain The hate is real but you should know that the love is way realer Crafty with a pen way before I could pack 'em in Nasty with dreads, a slim teen, young, I was passionate A brand new book cracklin' sound when you open, I'm writin' gems I make gospel in thе booth it might sound like I'm writin' hymns Put designer with thе Timbs, wow They wanna run with my style 40-16 Building bussin' 'em down And the fiends was like employees bringin' customers 'round Hurricane waters, niggas had dreams of flooding the town Weather report lookin' rainy but I skate through it daily In a new grey Mercedes, waterproof Jordan Laneys I'm sizzlin', scorchin', handsomely how they gotta pay me Every recording off the head, I'm in the studio lately
Nas, Nas I don't bang but I'm makin' that Crip (Cryp) Let my bitch run in the Webster while I blaze in the whip
Take my quotes, I'm here to give hope Start a company from one of my phrases We in the age of lettin' dumb shit kill your kingdom Body bags for no reason, young shit, blunts lit Slurring off of the Seagram's, hell with it Creep through the shadows, eyes wide open, Thai still smokin' Break screechin', he's tweakin' He see himself way different than we see him He speak as if these mean streets was only his region Shit, everybody's squeezin' Niggas know what I came in this game with, I'm not a entertainer That's just a disclaimer for what I'm 'bout to say Famous people sayin' they hate bein' famous, millionaires hate it People take just to feel like they made it Whoever claim that you changed 'cause the money came They'd do the same if they saw they name on a hundred thangs Pardon the haters, it's my billi behavior If they don't say I'm the G. O. A. T, that's just silly behavior
It's the ones you grew up with, that's with the dumb shit They want you slumped 'cause you get love, ain't that some shit? Twenty trucks at the awards, we be movin' so crazy I don't buy into the hype, I'm in the studio lately It's the ones you grew up with, that's with the dumb shit They want you slumped 'cause you get love, ain't that some shit? Twenty trucks at the awards, we be movin' so crazy I don't buy into the hype, I'm in the studio lately
Nas, Nas I don't bang but I'm makin' that Crip Let my bitch run in the Webster while I blaze in the whip
I'm outta here I told niggas I was in rare form on the last album I ain't playin' out here It's not a game, woo
Compositores: Nasir Jones, Alexander Hollis Chauncey ECAD: Obra #33881609