Windowshopper huh? Haha. Nigga tell the people how, when u was my hypeman on tour with Braveharts, I showed u your first Bentley, I showed you your first real diamonds,back then y'all niggas was rocking fake shit rom the bodegas. I been doing this shit a long time nigga, I got that old, long money. Nigga, u finally got a couple dollars and switched up. Don't lose them few dollars u got,fucking with me
Let me tell y'all a true story....
50, I'll dissamble your whole assembly
To put it simply
It was me who showed you your first Bentley
Took you on tour, said it was illy
Said u never seen so much love from the city
Should've known even then, he was full of envy
U was so starstruck and silly
Was greasy as a steak & philly
To see all them fans who feel me
Said "Nas I can't wait til I see my first milli"
Used to scoop u from ya grandma crib
Eating with Braveharts, the first time u ate some 5 star shit
See, i never had to make up lies in a movie
U was a Braveharts, QB groupie
A mascot, CB4, a goofy
I rolled with 10 bad hoes,a jacuzzi with a smoothie
Told JMJ that u looked up to Nasir
Now u rocking vests under the G Unit braziers
Tried to make ppl think Supreme was ya Pops
Give him a slice of cheese, he'll pop to the cops (rat ass nigga)
Can't be his seed, ya team ain't Supreme
U weak,u don't want beef with a regime
U just got a Buck, and barely got Game
I smoke yayo, I put your Banks to shame
Be a gentleman, cuz nigga I'm a veteran
Curtis came out a bitch cuz Sabrina was a lesbian
Have u showing off a tenth gunshot on Letterman
Then pull off in a Enzo the same color as peppermint
Gods son so I'm Heaven Sent, bred to win
Seen ur movie attempt to be a thespian
Shit was ass, never do that shit again
Gay ass nigga singing bout Many Men
Nas got dividends, even if I never lift a pen again (amen)
On tour with crew, u asked me how to do this
I told u, stay true and keep Gs in your Unit
But he touch a few Gs, and still can't feed his unit
Rat nigga I'll put the heat to ur whiskers
See broke niggas yell, real wealth whispers
Broke niggas tell, for some KFC and a biscuit
Talking about, "what else u wanna know mister"
What's a mouse to a GOAT?
I'm on yachts, u on boats
I'm Space Ghost
Coast to Coast with the toast
U got a small slice of pie, now u satisfied
Let's see how long u last, cuz it's looking like Hammer Time
I know u do anything to get publicity
They'll rerun ya wake on BET, MTV and TMZ
U a clown homes
U don't want it wit NASDAQ, Dow Jones
I wear the crown of the town with pounds n brownstones
Nasir, God's son, son of a dove
If I'm a sucka for love, you's a sucka for guns
Your shit garbage, you ain't a shot caller
You a cop caller, my gwop longer
Pay homage patna, fore we ignite the drama
The llama reunited you with your mama
And have your boy Banks singing bout Karma
