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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

Shout my young New York niggas out there on that drill shit Yeah, yeah, ayo Yo, let me try this shit out right here The scars of martyrs, the path of bastard seeds Effects of absentee fathers passed on with ease Hope the babies eat healthier, and may we get wealthier Take what's not given, we ask for forgiveness, not permission Whole clique is each other's counselor Holdin' sticks without a hockey puck Can't co-sign 'em, them niggas not with us Hop on a private jet with 12 tenants Right when I land, the chopper to Manhattan is 12 minutes I put the "real" in "real nigga" that's on my momma though Homie you gotta feel me from Cali out to the Calliope Slicker than Desi Arnez on my Copa Cabana flow In Houston with a thick one eatin' at Pappadeaux Shit, it was written, choppin' up competition Palms itchin', Bohemian Grove couldn't get Nas to visit I seen both ends of the ladder, ain't see no silver platter Fiction don't even matter, we don't act for the cameras Guess they used to the ego havin' head in the air Hollywood gangsta, goons with 'em everywhere I'm the opposite, smooth, not spreading fear Silver spoons never fed Nasir, I'm on top and I surprise 'em I'm on top and I surprise 'em Velour fashions, world tour jackets I turned to a hoarder I don't need more baggage Everybody lyin' telling stories backwards Like my song Rewind, in-store autographin' To take it back in time to today, I'm smashin' Flick out ashes, flip girls on a mattress We get it crackin' without the attachments Her and my heart is cold as Aspen Both of us laughin' I put the "New" in "New York", I'm home All of the watches stay on the Eastern Time Zone Throwin' parties whenever I'm feeling godly White linen parties for whenever we make a million dollars "Nas think he too good to pull up on us" See me at a baby shower with some OGs from Corona Sippin' liquor, taking photos then I slid with a cougar Coulda pulled a young love, but I took who was choosing Esco relaxed in the hood I ain't come with a shooter They asked what I'm doin' they said I was already proven Who said I'm too comfortable around on my regular shit? You know I'm a rare nigga but ghetto as shit Guess they used to the ego havin' head in the air Hollywood Gangsta, goons with 'em everywhere I'm the opposite, smooth, not spreading fear Silver spoons never fed Nasir, I'm on top and I surprise 'em And I surprise 'em (I ain't sayin' don't have your goons with you) Uh, yeah, I'm on top, that's not surprising (But when you get a lil' older, you move different) Yeah, I'm on top and I keep rising (rising) Uh-huh (early morning) I'm on top (to the dawn and, I'm on top) Yeah (I can't be stopped, why even try?) Hollywood gangsta (I'm the opposite of that) tah!
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Chauncey Alexander Hollis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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