Godfather 4 (feat. Nas)

Chicago, y'all still shootin' up And, Boston, y'all still shootin' up (Yeah) And Queensbridge stay shootin' up Even in Witchita, it's wicked, y'all You see a mic stand lit up under the spotlight A silhouette of a man slayin' beats that knock right I treasure whenever niggas or rhetoricals hit Orchestral tracks and nail it, smooth, black velvet And rap intelligent but then it's just a low percent who blow on some Nas, B.I.G., and Hova shit No offense but I was over with findin' young spitters who names I remember, Dave (Dave-Dave-Dave) Jay Rozay Dissin' your idols kills your future 'less your idol suped-up Jamaica Ave, Nas, cherry drop, couped up Still hittin' clubs, grimy niggas occasionally shoot up Bang-bang, pow-pow, the snorters still toot up My dead granddad came to my cousin through a psychic I don't really like it, pay prices for afterlife advisements Kinda double jumble, prefer to take my chances Who gets out alive? Nobody got the answers All we got it questions I told my bitch she hit the genetic lottery Love it when she lie to me A friendship is built over time and trust too But trust is a contract that constantly needs to be renewed For peace and solitude Peace and solitude P-P-P-Peace and solitude Trust me and love me, I trust you and love you Could you-could you-could you really show love? Like a tree fallin' in the middle of the forest Nobody heard your shit drop, it's really garbage How come rappers you claimin' I got my style from never pow and tint from a mitt No diss to them, man who got it in This is now, that was then Different style, different Benz It's clear there's a difference You resortin' to, uh, distortin' the truth Grind, my offspring needs juice, walk in my shoes Yo, big bro, I'm from the ice pick era, light-skinned terror Thought I could sell this dope until my life get better Hieroglyphics got 'em tatted on us so it's hard to miss us Reminiscin', my uncle sniffin' the Lionel Richie Soul Train over breakfast, Lexus across the Triborough They not thorough, How you my brother? You not Soul Train over breakfast, Lexus across the Triborough You not thorough, you not my brother, you not Jungle A whisper of death, a kiss of life, from Sade lips, my wish for life My neck wearin' exotic material, so excited I'm still here with you I cried about it with a sinister smile Was notable, I been winnin' awhile, I'm a dazzler Ancient Astronaut from the Dogon tribe Gangsta tatted up, time-travelin' Nas How I'm unravelin' this major paper And blast niggas like a Navy laser? System activated, board the cabin orderly Fashion, I'm glad you made it I'm the captain, flight time, 3 minutes Won't be servin' lunch or dinner, your comfort is my concern You could burn it if you feel it We'll cruisin' at 40,000 feet Your in-flight movie is Godfather 4 starrin' me and Dave East First Class for the whole flight, go 'head and lean your seat back No lunch or dinner menu but got champagne if you drink that Stewardess is models, gelato, you could bring it on The pilot cool, I snuck in the cabin so I could see the storm Joe Clark the one that they leanin' on I just took my shoes off Shorty across the aisle look like Lena Horne 40,000 feet, my Wi-Fi still crackin', you niggas is still packin' This flight about to land pick your seat up, secure your area Clean up your mess, half the seats Louis Vuitton We double G'd up the rest We don't even acknowledge the ones you seem to impress Don't forget your charger We could fly whenever, be my guest