[Verse: Nas]
Situations I be kickin' just to get you pacin'
That attentive, parental supervision, you should view the diction
Street chronicles, struggles and losses
Can make a nigga moms hang up crosses and horseshoes
I brought you to that state of mind you needed
By now you weeded, bop your head, recline seated
And picture your life inside the shoes of the shiestiest crews
With sports cars and the iciest jewels
Y'all know the rules in this street life
By now the beast might be least white
Stash your heat right, my pops passed the peace pipe
And shed light on, he put me right on to be an icon
'Cause dead niggas got they name wrote up in krylon
The fast life, fistfights, that shit could like amuse me
Some chose a road, some niggas died, some was too choosy
At night time, it especially addresses me
Preferably, around ten, when my weed cipher begin
We start buggin' on facts after facts, that's for sure
Put your zone in my world, if we adapt, crack, and pour
Make a toast, yo, that's how we break bread together
Probably when we dead, be better, the problems ahead, whatever
Courvoisier sippin', whippin' out-of-state missions
And just in case your snitchin', the safe's hidden
With these connivin' things
Niggas make it too obvs to bring hatred to enterprisin' cream
Advise your team to wiser schemes
[Chorus: Billy Lawrence]
Everyday life, I take my time
You never get a second chance around
Sinful livin'
Ooh yeah, sinful livin'
Sinful livin'
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