Lyrics:
[Nas]
Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god
D & D glass cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings
Nas
Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
Fist full of dollars in a dice game god
D & D glass cloth Kangols guided
By angel with white wings
Nas the Viking
a Kami Kaze soldier
I die for my shit
So while I'm on my way to the T-O-P
You haters and fakers ain't got
Shit to say to me cause
We felt the pain from
the goal
Decided from birth the life you earned is the lowest
A system built with our purpose as poor
And picking out tokens to reimburse they promotions
about J moe
Honestly I’m still traumatized
Can’t forget you I was right there when you died
When that head shot caught you from the side
I was the last
Man how much for that halo
High price high price like the ass of J Lo
Soldiers remain, wars?
They come they go, hey bro
Blue is a bad color for
Peace, peace
Yo, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah
Fist full of dollars in a dice game God
D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angel with white
one it's like a medieval upheaval, the regal
Get chopped up and found on both coasts, gettin' ate up by the seagulls
Now you out for the season, J
every star in the sky to my human hurts
Made the trees, made the breeze
Made the seas, emcees like J and me
But let me tell you what amazes me
How he came
that NY pigs do
We miss you, Harry and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black better known as Killer
I can't
the devil
This Pain & Glory
Now you witnessed the birth of a rebel
Converse on a level never seen
By a person who settles for the blind truth
I was sellin'
a cold chill
We call some call em diamonds
We call em ice
It varies in the sizes the shape
The color and the price
From canary yellow, ruby red
one, it's gonna be hard to be takin me off the map
Determine the real ones from the fake ones, by the way they give me dap
Beg your pardon, if you
wanna get hit by this light keep your distance
This is not just global I got my vibe out the cosmos
Racks like we just came from Costcos
She said she
like a pigeon
In love with the money I got an addiction
Hey Hey Go hit the bank
Hang by my lonely I’m smoking that dank
Rolled too many J’s I think I
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Life is so unexpected it ain’t what it use to be. It ain’t what it use to be, life ain’t what it use to be. Life
you hop scotch
even though the 4th of July was a lie I didnt see the sparks
but the cops covered the corner from block 2 block
we use the street lights
This is the sound of a Yoda
Bitch, we gon' spin till it's over
You ever cross me, I'm fuckin' you over
Niggas gon' die by the hands of my soldiers
I get
what it seem
Ohh 380 walking through the hood from work at 5 a.m. for green
Granny voice in the back of my head
Whispering
By any means
This shit
the neck recliner
Sober soldier my cousins indulge in marijuana
Can’t fold I come from the land of panthers no Carolina
My health is first I get sleep
pee-ew
As J-Silas would say
The violence today is running rapid
From the nature of sin
So we paint a picture of the Cross
And pray the world will give in
just be the King
Hook
Rez
I'm learning total humility brought by humidity
frustration draining to the sides of my face
feel cry from your grace
of remedies
One by one your family
Members erased like Kennedys
I’m a rapper slash producer slash terrorist
Slash illuminati grow from ear to ear
I’m
the 9 with this shit different, we got different J's
Meet me by the Gary's if you need it, I got different flays
Yeah, like, I got different flavors,
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