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ENNY, NAS and Ezra Collective are among the supports for Loyle Carner at All Points East
The festival takes place in London's Victoria Park in Tower Hamlets
Nov 22, 2023 • 10:13 AM
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"Based On True Events" is a track by NAS, from the album Magic 3, released 13th September 2023. The track is 2:45 long. It's filed under Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about NAS.
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(Hit-Boy) Yeah Me and her is cool, but she hung with dude's girl And dude is cool, but he live how fools live when tools spit He's in the middle of it, little nigga shit And I bet my chick be sharin' our news Tellin' his girl what I told her about my power moves You know? Showin' off Showed her the Chloe I bought her, they both with floss Her friend's shinin', friend said she got broke off with more diamonds They go to islands, then they post pictures I search her friend name, her pagе come up She with a dude I said, "I know this nigga" Thеn I showed ol' girl, "Do you know this nigga?" "Look closer, for real, you ever met this guy?" I told her, "Zoom in tighter," she said, "We met one time" Private investigator shit Yeah Me and dude alright Seen him on the scene a few nights Little chain and bracelets, nothin' crazy, somethin' light Introduce himself to me, tough act But he's a goofy, he hype Impressin' ladies with his vest on tight Like he a target, a marked man or perhaps hard to kill But you attract what you fear and you ask for, for real My girl says, "Why you ask about him? Back to the problem Can't tell her it's an unsolved murder, never mind it "Forever find it strange," she says "First, you excited, then you silent, somethin' has changed," she says I said, "I knew a guy and he had a beautiful mind And who would have knew he would die, they ruled it a suicide" But that guy in the picture, sometime would ride with my nigga Rest in peace, Half A Mill, a god amongst niggas Was it self-inflicted? Somebody came to get you? Maybe I'm paranoid Somethin' sabotagin' the path he was on But you passed on You left us your scriptures, I'm in the whip, playin' your songs Then I saw your face, still remember when I brought you to L.A And we performed on Keenan Ivory Wayans (yeah) And your light remains, rest up to TJ That's Havoc' brother, Killer Black, went a similar way I used to call down to the crib, you would answer the phone And years later, you were in shootouts with some of my mans with the chrome Wow, so foul How do projects turn to a war zone? This is the place we call home Drama, homicide, suicide in our father's eyes We programmed to survive, but it's love that we don't prioritize Speakin' of love, it was me and her It was up between me and shorty, we crushed I felt she was sent from above That kind of karma with her is finally gone I don't call her no more, we ain't talkin' no more (we ain't talkin'...)
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