Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

That '70s heroin Heron Preston Teflon I got so many kids in the game it's like a gender revealing I got that feeling, Lionel Richie, Dancing on the Ceiling Hope it resemble a Van Gogh when you paint me the villain The hate is real but you should note that the love is way realer Crafty with a pen way before I could pack 'em in Nasty with dreads, a slim teen, young, I was passionate A brand-new book cracklin' sound when you open I'm writin' gems' I make gospel in the booth it might sound like I'm writing hymns Put designer with the Timbs, wow They wanna run with my style 40-16 Building bussin' 'em down And the fiends was like employees bringin' customers 'round Hurricane waters niggas had dreams of flooding the town Weather report lookin' rainy but I skate through it daily In a new gray Mercedes, waterproof Jordan Laneys I'm sizzlin', scorchin', handsomely how they gotta pay me Every recording off the head, I'm in the studio lately Nas, Nas I don't bang but I'm makin' that Crip Let my bitch run in the Webster while I blaze in the whip Take my quotes, I'm here to give hope Start a company from one of my phrases We in the age of lettin' dumb shit kill your kingdom Body bags for no reason Young shit, blunts lit, slurring off of the Seagrams Hell with it, creep through the shadows Eyes wide open, tires still smokin' Brakes screechin' he's tweakin' He see himself way different than we see him He speak as if these mean streets was only his region Shit everybody's squeezin' Niggas know what I came in this game with I'm not a entertainer, that's just a disclaimer For what I'm 'bout to say Famous people sayin' they hate bein' famous Millionaires hate it People take just to feel like they made it Whoever claim that you changed 'cause the money came They'd do the same if they saw they name on a hundred thangs Pardon the haters, it's my billi' behavior If they don't say I'm the G.O.A.T, that's just silly behavior It's the ones you grew up with that's with the dumb shit They want you slumped 'cause you get love, ain't that some shit? 20 trucks at the awards, we be movin' so crazy I don't buy into the hype, I'm in the studio lately It's the ones you grew up with, that's with the dumb shit They want you slumped 'cause you get love, ain't that some shit? 20 trucks at the awards, we be movin' so crazy I don't buy into the hype, I'm in the studio lately Nas, Nas I don't bang but I'm makin' that Crip Let my bitch run in the Webster while I blaze in the whip I'm outta here I told niggas I was in rare form on the last album I ain't playin' out here It's not a game Woo!
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Chauncey Alexander Hollis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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