That '70s heroin
Heroin pressed on
Teflon
I got so many kids in the game, it's like a gender revealing
I got that feeling, Lionel Richie, "Dancin' 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, crackling sound when you open, I'm writing gems
I make gospel in the booth, it might sound like I'm writing hymns
Put designer with the 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 gray Mercedes, waterproof Jordan Laneys
Some sizzling, 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
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 ya 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'
Brake 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 hated
People take just to feel like they made it
Whoever claim that you changed 'cause that money came
They'd do the same if they saw their name on a hundred thangs
Pardon the haters, it's my billi behavior
If they don't say I'm the GOAT, 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 from on the last album
I ain't playin' out here
It's not a game
Woo
