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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Nas
Chant
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jesse Blum
Paroles/Composition
Nasir Jones
Paroles/Composition
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Paroles/Composition
Dave Hall
Paroles/Composition
Patrice Rushen
Paroles/Composition
Erik Milteer
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Hit-Boy
Production
Jesse Blum
Production
David Kim
Ingénierie de mixage
Mike Bozzi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jun Kim
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
My comfort give you discomfort
Just know that in the hood, they gon' bump this
And I'm only strong as my circle
The things that shaped me would've murked you
I didn't have to die, so that they could call me the great one
Didn't take a couple albums, people said it from day one
From wings with hot sauce to tuna tartare, driven in RR's
From hidin' from robbery victims in back of cop cars
Tatted from my neck to abdomen
Almost gettin' shot was averagin' once every two weeks
Blessed what I had to been
These painful words, hearin' these liars puttin' my name in dirt
Aim and I burst, pistol practice until my fingers hurt
I hit my target, uh, I up the margin
What they on?
You know how Nas do, don't get me started
Chic, sleek, and snazzy from a small family
Fine taste, and I hate the unsatisfactory
We can gun blast or party, Great Gatsby theme
Bring your first ladies or come with your new nasty thing
'Cause every other day, I'm remindin' myself
I reached every goal that was high on the shelf
My comfort give you discomfort
Just know that in the hood they gon' bump this
And I'm only strong as my circle
The things that shaped me, would've murked you
The things that shaped me
And I don't like to reminisce
The things that shaped me
'Cause what we doin' right now is really lit
The things that shaped me, would've murked you
When you high as me you get highly critiqued
Hopped on a beat, purposefully soundin' like nine-three
None quite like me, so haters can S-M-D
When they bitter like black licorice, my life still sweet
I went for the cash grab, crack cash was my math class
Fresh white tee, two diamond crosses, look like a hashtag
News is fake, never knew I'd soon relate
To Tom Brady goin' for seven in Tampa Bay
It's that crazy, I ain't never been bothered, that bothered you
You ain't born for this shit, bein' great is too hard for you
That's a hater problem, they try to say it first what you might say about 'em
Why you stuck in the past? I stay vibin'
Can't just reminisce only, gotta live in the moment
Talked my shit at the MOMA with The Weeknd performin'
I'm chosen
Got off the big Boeing in Rick Owens
Rick owe us, peep how different it look on us
My comfort give you discomfort
Just know that in the hood they gon' bump this
And I'm only strong as my circle
The things that shaped me, would've murked you
The things that shaped me
The streets, the beef, the beats
The things that shaped me
The creeps, the thieves, defeat
The things that shaped me, would've murked you
And I don't like to reminisce
Shout to Mary J. Blige, Y-O, QB
'Cause what we doin' right now is really lit
Those things were great, man, but, today what we doin' is next level
And I don't like to reminisce
That was then, this is now
'Cause what we doin' right now is really lit
It's about right now
The things that shaped me would've murked you
Trippin' on 'em, spinnin' corners
Distant times, I reminisce on 'em
Reminisce
And my past ain't the prettiest
There was a time they wasn't feelin' us
Mass Appeal, now we really up
Reminisce
Relationships ain't the prettiest
I was stuck on the silliness
Was it love that I was really in?
We don't know until it really end
But then, it's too late, reminisce
Reminisce
Written by: Chauncey Hollis, Jr., Jesse Blum, Nasir Jones


