Lyrics:
chest
Cause I know they all come your
Away gon mess with the vibes
Ya it better work
Chrome heart find
Me ya sitting on my work
(Oh give me a mil)
I
I put my hands up
Sometimes I can't stand ya
Oh you think you mad bruh
Imma let you man up
I'mma just rewind to
I'm still tryna find you
Even when I
records as well
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac
Excuse me Makaveli's verbal a**ault
On Mobb Sleep, Notorious B.I.G. and several
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This for my niggas worldwide
In the parks
In the yard
In the bar
Ya knawmean
(Yeah yeah) This shit over the top (Where NY at?)
a young nigga finna
Chris Brown sangin'
Seduced by ya curves mama
Ima just say it
Give ya boy ya heart
And ill prolly never play it
This love shit a gamble
He never get food to wark
He they find ogbo to nark
That one na poor man sense
My brother look for job to do
Nobody go work for you
Poor man sense
[Nas]
"What we need to be thinkin' about is the future!
We don't know what's in store tomorrow!
All we can do is just guess! We want the best for
leaves for ya clover
Okay
You could sip you some drank
Or could spark up a blunt
Or you tryna get laid by the night
With yo stunts
Anything just to try
find
Yeah
Psychedelic vibes pulsating within your mental
Stretch that pussy muscle, I feel ya pulse when I'm in you
I know you thinking that nobody gets
and that's just by design mutha fucka
One of a kind mutha fucka
Hard to find mutha fucka waddup
Out here been on my own
Too much time on my own, been waiting
the next mans hand
You got to plan for yourself, you got to manage ya wealth
And be prepared to take some damage, can't abandon the belt
That helped me find
for the wealth
Pride to the side, put ya pride on the shelf
Just remember one thing and that's to always
Chillin' with Lil shawty and you know we
exploring self
Absorbing Wealth
And spending Love
Aging in Health
By the grace of the most High
Better days come as soon as they go by
By and by wetin
exposure
Stay hustling make you no form, make you no run
Stay your lane when the storm come
Formulate your formula
Fuck around and find out
As you dey
the seed,
I got ba-na-na, watermelon, peaches by the pound,
Sweet corn, mirleton, mo' better than in town,
I got okra, enough to choke ya,
Beans
I ain't bout my business look here he hatin'
Coming uptown playboy we gonna slang it
If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stankin'
Fucking wit
Make peace or go raw?
I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth
Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself
Got the devil got me
[Scarface]
Yo Nas,
I don't think they wanna fuck with this
Gangsta shit, fo' sho'
("Danger, danger")
Check it out
It's on, and once again I
What about my life though
(Nah Jo)
And do you think God knows
(Ya Jo)
Then I think God will be keen to answer my prayers
Think the universe has seen my
the mirror my nigga, you should watch yourself
Yeah, and they gon' find ya
So you need to keep it moving like the feds behind ya
Who is you females serving
You
to Mars, I’m surfing the belt
And whip that a-- n---a I can’t self
If a n---a wanna sign me, better come find me
Eating my salami, drinking my Dasani
Yeah
Slatt
God
A*T
Smoked a funky joint I feel fresh As f**k
Make a n***a rob his own mama Before he think bout us
Make Dj bring the drama before This
a Lambo' with the top down
Find ya wealth within yourself and truly you will ball out
Dropping all these bombs take em all out
Land of the wicked like its
Ain't the Limit Space is The Goal With you by ya Side We In Control False Prophets are broken Leading The Chosen The Sun Shyning and The Clouds ya Open
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