NYCHA (feat. Nas)

We living life like we stars Constantly medical come right out them jars Deserve a medal for surviving these scars I'm ducking trifling broads The gun store ain't seen a rifle this large Computer thugs you niggas typing too hard We backspace and delete a nigga Them A list parties I never see them niggas That weed and liquor blurry your vision You'll never see the picture Don't be defensive, L told me nigga just be consistent From Little Caesar's splitting Niggas change you see 'em different Aim for the top though First class plane to Morocco The change came I ain't change I might cop a Picasso I'm after bags I'm eating crabs on blocks they will not go These niggas sad And you can smell it on me I am not broke Roll up the nitro, only copping coke when the price low In the Maybach told the driver follow where Artie Bike go Learn survival before you meet your idols as far as I know This pistol my insurance ain't no need for calling Geico Take you to kitchens where they actually cook Nobody knew you then you had to get booked Shoot at the car, hit the driver Now the passenger shook This pack just came in from Cali I ain't passing this kush Remember sitting in the court like damn I'm back in these cuffs From having arguments with smokers I ain't have enough dust Early morning 50 baggies hit the Ave in a rush We tryna get it might do credit Just don't ask for too much Hundreds we touch New York City housing authority honor me Property of the ghetto Choppers popping I should receive a medal for surviving If you snooze, sleep with your snub nose I did receive a medal from Harvard and rose above those Obstacle courses where cops and shots'll stop you from reaching your full potential You dreaming, life'll pinch you This with no sheet of paper No pen or pencil, straight off the mental Off the fly Often they falsify what they been through I'm on that old flyness Sliding in Benzes Minding my business My time is expensive My dogs locked down they surviving through pictures We wish we could break the bars, the law's extensive My mind gotta be twisted You dealing with sickos, psychos Po-9, 12, Teflon vest for your chest in this hell He wearing beads on his neck to cast away the spells And tattoos of his loved ones that they resting well I could take you to kitchens where they actually cook Nobody knew you then you had to get booked Shoot at the car, hit the driver Now the passenger shook This pack just came in from Cali I ain't passing this kush Remember sitting in the court like damn I'm back in these cuffs From having arguments with smokers I ain't have enough dust Early morning 50 baggies hit the Ave in a rush We tryna get it might do credit Just don't ask for too much Hundreds we touch I been rushing lately, the jungle crazy On 10th Street leaning heavy, I pass the gun to shady My shorty want me Twin 40's on me, I'm touching 80 Ten thousand cash on me daily, I must be fucking crazy The ladies love me lately Butter Mercedes, parkay with a touch of gravy That's brown seats The motto is still fuck you, just pay me My neighbor addicted to water, he stuck in the Navy Same block where you could lose your life I be comfortable baby My bitch is way badder than yours, tell me why would I stare Never dying my hair I wake up, get high as a Lear You looking at me too long, niggas die for a stare Drano said he like them Giuseppe's, I'ma buy him a pair I'ma run my city to the point I get high with the mayor This ain't Roc-A-Fella But we forming a Dynasty here Triangle, smoke choke 'em, I watch them guys strangle Lost five of my closest Now I know I got five angels I could take you to kitchens where they actually cook Nobody knew you then you had to get booked Shoot at the car, hit the driver Now the passenger shook This pack just came in from Cali I ain't passing this kush Remember sitting in the court like damn I'm back in these cuffs From having arguments with smokers I ain't have enough dust Early morning 50 baggies hit the Ave in a rush We tryna get it might do credit Just don't ask for too much Hundreds we touch Hundreds we touch, I could, I could Hundreds we touch I might do credit, might do credit... Just don't ask for too much Hundreds we touch I might do credit, might do credit... Hundreds we touch Hundreds we touch Gotta be a real nigga to feel a real nigga All you weirdos, huh, you'll never get it Eastside, border, Dirt Gang, dead way...