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

Lyrics

A little gun case, you was younger then Another violent crime around album number ten, uh Since a baby, baby, baby Baby, ghetto baby, you a ghetto, ghetto baby You a ghetto baby, in QB crazy You a ghetto baby, you had the records playin' You's a ghetto baby, fallin' while you skatin' Sneakers hangin', just a life of a ghetto baby (shh) Dear older me You grown to be the one to coach the team, uh You still be on your fly shit Part spiritually psychic, you walk through the haze (Hayes) like Isaac And maybe this gen will see what you and Hit done If they don't call it how it is, that's a big dub, uh That big age you rap, you did your big one My favorite era from you gotta be this one Got through the scars, every one, uh Cops drew down on you with guns, uh Close friends, you lost some No tears on your face, none You missed time seein' your son It's hard to find genuine love, uh Family members in them cuffs No tears on your face, none Everything is just what you made it out to be The world of entertainment got some lessons from your pops Held it down alone, mom's on heavenly watch The tears on my face just stop Uh, dear older me You became everything you chose to be, huh Took the wheel and you drove the speed Out on the road, it took you higher than coca leaves, huh You at the age you say what it is You call every girl in your phone like, "Come to the crib" Ain't gotta hide nothin', what you gotta lie for? One come through the front, one leavin' out the side door Potential, but what's potential if all are missin' the mental? And what you been through could mess up now what you into Got the essentials to murder an instrumental Made it to Gen Z, deservin' what they extend to you Talkin' to the younger you Every stage problems'll still run to you That big age you rap, you did your big one My favorite era from you, I can't even pick one Got through the scars, every one, uh Cops drew down on you with guns, uh Close friends, you lost some No tears on your face, none You missed time seein' your son It's hard to find genuine love, uh Family members in them cuffs No tears on your face, none Everything is just what you made it out to be The world of entertainment got some lessons from your pops Held it down alone, mom's on heavenly watch The tears on my face just stop Talkin' to my younger self They say in the big 50s That's when you get rich, rich, rich, rich In every aspect You got nothin' to worry about, no tears
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Chauncey Alexander Hollis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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