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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Composer
Patrick Baril
Patrick Baril
Composer
Angela Bofill
Angela Bofill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Statik Selektah
Statik Selektah
Producer
Brian Sumner
Brian Sumner
Recording Engineer
Gabriel Zardes
Gabriel Zardes
Recording Engineer
Mark "Exit" Goodchild
Mark "Exit" Goodchild
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

In our younger days we were so in love And the thought of losing you was enough Can't lose me Who be the holy prophet, they watchin' with all his posture? His Rothstein goggle game be the dopest, he gots to Be from the '80s era His tint is shade Carrera, Queens forever Green pipe seats, clean Panamera Amateur Hanna-Barbera characters know they envy The illest Hennessy Black sipper with loaded semis You pick of the week, voted-in rappers you go against me You can't tantalize a call girl with just a roll of pennies Can't bait a lion in ya trap without a tranquilizer You enterin' a boxing ring with no trainer beside ya My Panerai watch glows like Avatar Caviar black diamonds, can you imagine, y'all? Takin' from a rich man plate, kick in his door 'Cause his war with the bloodsuckers of the poor The first shall be last, that's just universal law Pop the cork, the Perrier-Jouët pours, like this Uh I tell a story of a prince life and all his glory It's killin' me softly Somber like the buildings at Fort Green Hood monsters and niggas who walk mean Hood niggas and they just came home and they grip they chrome Can you hear me, is this thing on? Test, one, two, gimme some feedback if y'all could feel it For the home invasion dudes that be robbin' dealers Picture me runnin' inside they crib, rollin' wit' ya Mask on the face, tyin' up the sister Lookin' for the bricks to get richer Smackin' up the dude with the gun, take the jewels and the funds A dirty game when you servin' 'caine Got feds to watch, hoes to watch, checkpoints and roadblocks Police barricades, batterrams Doors off the hinges, wake up flinchin', who ratted, man? Knew who it had to been, states, feds and housin' added in Every department searchin' your apartment Ransackin' it, found four ratchets DEA jack us, we gotta escape the madness Haha, yeah, escape the madness Yeah, through the eyes of Pablo That's how I'm lookin' at you, as an obstacle and everything It's all natural, I'm keepin' it pilin' Keepin' heat with the silencers Learnin' Greek and Italian, speak with kings while dinin' Good with hyenas, meanin' it's hood when it's time for ridin' Ties was suppliers for my days of the projects Where I resided, a phenomenon With the ambitions of a rider Pretty amazon on my arm, nigga, I'm the flyest The flyest, haha, yeah Lemme hit that
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Angela Tomasa Bofill, Patrick Owen Baril Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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