Lyrics:
learn how to stay in our lane
And do what we know how to do, you know
[Verse 2]
'Cause, I can't feel the field nigga chains
Though I covet mine, so I
album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except
bros out the chain gang
New Maybach cost 230, I don't even get my shoes dirty
I don't even sleep when I get tired, you can see the Adderall in my eyes
pay you back, think you flossin hard
When you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car?
With your silver chain on and your fake diamonds
Cain't do it
pay you back, think you flossin hard
When you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car?
With your silver chain on and your fake diamonds
Cain't do it
denied
To grow my righteous mind
It might sound crazy but this my expression
I'm living my days on earth as in heaven
So when it's my time, I'm defined by
the feeling
With no plaques
Back when albums would challenge acts
Like its cinnamon
Now their stats just need filling in
I'll be the villain in
Industries I
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
whatever
Build fast let it grow slow
Still, I'm in go mode
Rap for the promo
Just get by
Playa that's fashion tho
Mid that's a no go
Blow out the dope smoke
He don't need keyboards
He don't need guitars
He's a rapper rapping over a beat
And he's gonna mention by name every street
In this rap about Newport
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats
Yo, I should slap all y'all niggas for comin' in my fuckin' face with that shit
(Shh, shh, aight, soon, soon)
Yo, man, ain't that-
Ain't that
it for her child
Told all the hitters, don't shoot in no crowd
She keep on sniffin', I gave her some powder
20 more mil', I'ma drop me a album
I watch
Next to it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Money ain't shit when there's wealth next to it
Wealth ain't shit when there's health next to it
In
y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want
track out no interest
In how the fuck you are cause uh business
Act but don't care I
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
smoked a quarter by afternoon
I walk with a attitude, I gave you niggas change and got no token of gratitude
Like what I gotta do to make you tap in?
I
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
you up
Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up
You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch
And be a good little hype man, or your
chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these minstools turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
but the fans wanna stall me
Life of a Don, chains just glowin'
Always in the lab with the fresh kicks on
I'm at the MGM rocking MCM
Bobby soxer
Yo, it's Kanye To The
I did this beat in '96 and ah
Is it the because my beats the nicest?
Got me chargin' niggas Dr evil prices
("One billion
Top of the food chain, its just the way that I do things
The dungaree seats in the blue range, I'm working with new change
A Gemini nigga with mood
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