Pressure
Pressure
Feeling the pressure
Just a little bit
The pressure weigh a ton, it's gettin too heavy
Had to inspire them again like I didn't already
Real ones still around, release the confetti
God's Son across the belly ('cross the belly)
I ain't made it 'til we all can say that we made it
Been down with the hustle so long feel like we related
Take my word like you would from the book of Revelations
Dead presidents that shit come when you dedicated
I invest in education 'cause we wasn't privy
We got busy, put scholarship programs throughout the city
Jefe, did it my way, chairman of the committee
Rap Pack niggas like Sinatra in the 60s
Come through on some wavy shit, Valentino camouflage
On some Army Navy shit
I know you can feel the pressure, keep up with my cadences, QB lingo
Freestyles tapin' on Stretch and Bobbito
Hit threw me the beat and I had to eat it, ugh
The lies y'all recorded in your session, delete it
Hurtin' niggas I think they out for the rest of the season
Tried to play it cool, they don't wanna see me heated, nah
The pressure weigh a ton, it's gettin' too heavy
Had to inspire them again like I didn't already
Real ones still around, release the confetti
God's Son across the belly ('cross the belly)
(Pressure)
God's Son across the belly ('cross the belly)
(Just a little bit)
The world on my shoulders, it's gettin' too heavy
I been bench pressing the problems, ain't even get sweaty
Cops brutalizing kids, I see it too steadily
Correctional facilities never do it correctly
My main statement is this whole game is triangulated
Little versions of who? Nigga, there's no replacement
Besides my kids, boundaries are my greatest creations
I been on five full generations
It's Nas 'til I'm gone
Give my all, give 'em more
Miles on my Peloton, I been working on my core (core)
Colors of Benetton, pastel rugs on the floor (floor)
Meal prep me, Ferrari Testi
She out on the terrace, glass of Petrus with her bestie
Drunk textin'
While I'm out here tryin' to spread the message
You searchin' for qualities that I'm already blessed with
R&b exes
Charms on her necklace (necklace)
God's Son across the belly ('cross the belly)
God's Son across the belly ('cross the belly)
Weight of the world
Embrace the pressure
Pressure
Feeling the pressure
Just a little bit, yeah
Nas - King's Disease II Album Lyrics
Nas - King's Disease II Lyrics
Writer: Chauncey Hollis Jr., Don Toliver, Dustin James Corbett, Jesse Blum, Nasir Jones, Quentin M Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Death Row East
Yeah, yeah hold up
Kd2 shit
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, hold up, c'mon, whoa
Right back at this
Right back
Right back, hold up, whoa
High on life
Drunk off dark liquor
Shit gettin' eerie
Like I threw on Thriller
Bitch I'm a hard hitter
Rolex clocks and killers
Holdin' the order
I'm prayin' God delivers
I had run-ins with Suge
Niggas woulda been shook
At the height of the beef they started Death Row East
Damn, I even saw they tees on some of my G's
Notorious label, the story was made in the streets
Now it's real life movies
Rest in peace ill Will
Let's talk about it
We the smartest not the loudest
Came up out the project houses
Where they resort to violence
Hennessy bottles on the curb
Lil' niggas tryin' to serve
Let's talk about it
Back when Jungle told Pac it's on soon as we walk up out this
Picket signs Outlawz outside the music hall
Buncha ghetto superstars really down to lose it all
Both sides was thuggin'
But when you in my city you know how we comin'
Animals in the field and most of 'em clutchin'
When you livin' this rugged
That come with repercussions, look
High on life
Drunk off dark liquor
Shit gettin' eerie
Like I threw on Thriller
Bitch I'm a hard hitter
Rolex clocks and killers
Holdin' the order
I'm prayin' God delivers
I had run-ins with Suge
Niggas woulda been shook
At the height of the beef they started Death Row East
Damn, I even saw they tees on some of my G's
Notorious label, the story was made in the streets
History lessons
Keep it on record
Let's talk about it
'Cause when you got a story real as mine
You can't leave nothin' out it
Let's take you back to '96, diamonds and Mac 10's
Lookin' through a fresh lens
Everything I know now, wish I knew back then
Like it was only so much time left
Before Machiavelli the Don left
Booked a flight, flying out West
We was trying to squash the whole shit in Vegas
No media to eat it up and leak it in the papers
Eric B, Big D, and Preme was affiliated
Peace to Edi, Napoleon and all the innovators
We had respect before we was ever some entertainers
See Suge, he was a dangerous threat
Mob almost turned half of New York red
Brothers I grew up with threw up their sets
Some even had them Death Row chains hang off they necks
There's a rumor that spread I'd like to address
Pac was never set up by Stretch (let it rest)
I stepped to him at Bryant Park so we could speak direct
He didn't disrespect, we planned to reconnect
I flew to Vegas to shoot the Street Dreams video and link with Tupac
Tried to squash the East Coast West Coast beef
We didn't talk
But he was still alive in the hospital
And it rained that day in Vegas (yo, chill out, chill out, yo)
Rest In Power (hold on)
This is my n- Nas and we both got one thing in common
We both, we both represent Queens to the fullest, aight?
This brother was good enough to stop his show
And I want everybody in here
Everybody stand up on their feet first and foremost, please
At 7:03 PM New York time, 4:03 PM Las Vegas time
Tupac Shakur passed away y'all
Give me a moment of silence
Kd2 shit
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, hold up, c'mon, whoa
Right back at this
Right back
Right back, hold up, whoa
High on life
Drunk off dark liquor
Shit gettin' eerie
Like I threw on Thriller
Bitch I'm a hard hitter
Rolex clocks and killers
Holdin' the order
I'm prayin' God delivers
I had run-ins with Suge
Niggas woulda been shook
At the height of the beef they started Death Row East
Damn, I even saw they tees on some of my G's
Notorious label, the story was made in the streets
Now it's real life movies
Rest in peace ill Will
Let's talk about it
We the smartest not the loudest
Came up out the project houses
Where they resort to violence
Hennessy bottles on the curb
Lil' niggas tryin' to serve
Let's talk about it
Back when Jungle told Pac it's on soon as we walk up out this
Picket signs Outlawz outside the music hall
Buncha ghetto superstars really down to lose it all
Both sides was thuggin'
But when you in my city you know how we comin'
Animals in the field and most of 'em clutchin'
When you livin' this rugged
That come with repercussions, look
High on life
Drunk off dark liquor
Shit gettin' eerie
Like I threw on Thriller
Bitch I'm a hard hitter
Rolex clocks and killers
Holdin' the order
I'm prayin' God delivers
I had run-ins with Suge
Niggas woulda been shook
At the height of the beef they started Death Row East
Damn, I even saw they tees on some of my G's
Notorious label, the story was made in the streets
History lessons
Keep it on record
Let's talk about it
'Cause when you got a story real as mine
You can't leave nothin' out it
Let's take you back to '96, diamonds and Mac 10's
Lookin' through a fresh lens
Everything I know now, wish I knew back then
Like it was only so much time left
Before Machiavelli the Don left
Booked a flight, flying out West
We was trying to squash the whole shit in Vegas
No media to eat it up and leak it in the papers
Eric B, Big D, and Preme was affiliated
Peace to Edi, Napoleon and all the innovators
We had respect before we was ever some entertainers
See Suge, he was a dangerous threat
Mob almost turned half of New York red
Brothers I grew up with threw up their sets
Some even had them Death Row chains hang off they necks
There's a rumor that spread I'd like to address
Pac was never set up by Stretch (let it rest)
I stepped to him at Bryant Park so we could speak direct
He didn't disrespect, we planned to reconnect
I flew to Vegas to shoot the Street Dreams video and link with Tupac
Tried to squash the East Coast West Coast beef
We didn't talk
But he was still alive in the hospital
And it rained that day in Vegas (yo, chill out, chill out, yo)
Rest In Power (hold on)
This is my n- Nas and we both got one thing in common
We both, we both represent Queens to the fullest, aight?
This brother was good enough to stop his show
And I want everybody in here
Everybody stand up on their feet first and foremost, please
At 7:03 PM New York time, 4:03 PM Las Vegas time
Tupac Shakur passed away y'all
Give me a moment of silence
Writer: Chauncey Hollis Jr., Dustin James Corbett, Garren Edwards, Joshua Strange, Nasir Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
40 Side
Uh (Hit-Boy)
OG Talk
Project halls
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (for real, for real)
I can send niggas a slide
I'd rather show them the ropes
Integrity matters the most
I gave the hood hope
Damn, I gave the hood classics
Something to open your mind
Instead of going out crashin'
How was you real when you hate the real?
My nigga I'm simply askin'
Can't just talk about the plan you gotta put it in action
Ain't no pity party for yourself
You gotta get up rise for your wealth
Can't spend all that time in your feelings
Tryin' to sympathize with yourself (for real, for real)
Don't nobody owe you
Ain't nobody holding you back (woo)
You stuck in illusions
Attached to something that ain't even that
South Beach, Nassau, Amalfi, Maldives, same beach
Unless you are after somethin' most men just can't see
Shorty off the block, shorty off the runway, same freak (for real, for real)
We all got the access to open doors like we share the same key
OG Talk
A lot of things down like
Incarceration, you know, crimes, drugs, violence
Out of all of this you gotta look for the positive
OG Talk
OG Talk (OG talk)
Project halls (project halls)
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (seen it all)
(For real, for real)
I can send niggas a slide (slide)
I'd rather show them the ropes (ropes)
Integrity matters the most (most)
I gave the hood hope (hope)
Damn, niggas really got it jumpin'
They finally gave Nas a Grammy
Just front me the gold, that wasn't the goal
First clip was a warning shot
Nigga we spinnin' back up the road
Through the boroughs, pull up a Rolls
Empty this bitch and reload (for real, for real)
When you been in it this long, it's gon' look like it's magic
Only island that my niggas knew was Rikers or Staten
You get your first V12, tap the pedal then stab it
Get your first ten milli' watch that shit like a habit (for real, for real)
OG Talk
Shoutout 41st Side
Jackson Heights, Flushing, Elmhurst right
Keep your blickie you know how the streets work (for real, for real)
Seen too many of us die over the turf
OG Talk (OG talk)
Project halls (project halls)
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (seen it all)
(For real, for real)
I can send niggas a slide (slide)
I'd rather show them the ropes (ropes)
Integrity matters the most (most)
I gave the hood hope (hope)
'Til then
We gon' be thuggin' behind the project buildin' (for real, for real)
Plottin' on a way that we can make a million
A billion, until then, we gon' be thuggin'
OG Talk
Project halls
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (for real, for real)
I can send niggas a slide
I'd rather show them the ropes
Integrity matters the most
I gave the hood hope
Damn, I gave the hood classics
Something to open your mind
Instead of going out crashin'
How was you real when you hate the real?
My nigga I'm simply askin'
Can't just talk about the plan you gotta put it in action
Ain't no pity party for yourself
You gotta get up rise for your wealth
Can't spend all that time in your feelings
Tryin' to sympathize with yourself (for real, for real)
Don't nobody owe you
Ain't nobody holding you back (woo)
You stuck in illusions
Attached to something that ain't even that
South Beach, Nassau, Amalfi, Maldives, same beach
Unless you are after somethin' most men just can't see
Shorty off the block, shorty off the runway, same freak (for real, for real)
We all got the access to open doors like we share the same key
OG Talk
A lot of things down like
Incarceration, you know, crimes, drugs, violence
Out of all of this you gotta look for the positive
OG Talk
OG Talk (OG talk)
Project halls (project halls)
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (seen it all)
(For real, for real)
I can send niggas a slide (slide)
I'd rather show them the ropes (ropes)
Integrity matters the most (most)
I gave the hood hope (hope)
Damn, niggas really got it jumpin'
They finally gave Nas a Grammy
Just front me the gold, that wasn't the goal
First clip was a warning shot
Nigga we spinnin' back up the road
Through the boroughs, pull up a Rolls
Empty this bitch and reload (for real, for real)
When you been in it this long, it's gon' look like it's magic
Only island that my niggas knew was Rikers or Staten
You get your first V12, tap the pedal then stab it
Get your first ten milli' watch that shit like a habit (for real, for real)
OG Talk
Shoutout 41st Side
Jackson Heights, Flushing, Elmhurst right
Keep your blickie you know how the streets work (for real, for real)
Seen too many of us die over the turf
OG Talk (OG talk)
Project halls (project halls)
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (seen it all)
(For real, for real)
I can send niggas a slide (slide)
I'd rather show them the ropes (ropes)
Integrity matters the most (most)
I gave the hood hope (hope)
'Til then
We gon' be thuggin' behind the project buildin' (for real, for real)
Plottin' on a way that we can make a million
A billion, until then, we gon' be thuggin'
Writer: Chauncey Hollis Jr., Nasir Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
EPMD 2
Respectfully
Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow, all you niggas get deaded
They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it
So I pick from my own garden (garden)
Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
Grandkids and a Rottweiler, got over the block trauma (yeah)
So what you sayin' nigga? You gots to chill (uh-huh)
Thinkin' you the truth, really you not for real (EPMD)
Back to back with' it, the hardest shit of the year (Nasir Jones)
(Remix)
EPMD, we back in business
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with us, come to your senses (uh)
P is the second coming of God something to witness
Piece of shit fly on your head like Mike Pence's
We in the trenches
I'm mad, better yet, I'm on a rampage
My people can't even get minimum wage
F*ck a stimulus (uh)
Give me some interest (uh)
Give me a loan
Give me a home
Get me that land you owe me so I can roam
So when you trespass, blaow, one in your dome
Best wishes, ghost 'em like he Tommy
Ain't worried bout nothin' 'cause Hit Squad behind me
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what is it, not what is isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million
Dun
I let it go for the family, meetin's at Cote in Miami
Them wine bottles on maggie, extra large
Sign up for my masterclass, Escobar
Feet up at Mets Stadium at my restaurant (yerr)
Tied in from AZ to Dave East, you know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers, they couldn't grade me
I know some Haitians in Dade County, got choppers in Haiti
She booked a flight to Colombia, made her body amazin'
Just to post it on Tumblr, this that "f*ck up the summer" shit
I don't care what you comin' with, me and Hit-Boy runnin' shit (runnin' shit)
Big gold, rope chains, but they flooded now (yeah, flooded now)
Pull up with the Ghost like a haunted house (haunted house)
Shit gettin' scary, blood on my hands like Carrie
Might walk through a cemetery to see where hip-hop is buried
I said it was dead, but it faked its death like Machiavelli
You see letters in red splatter, look like sauce and spaghetti
Yeah, ready?
EPMD, we're back in business (what?)
Livin' in cramped conditions, we'll give you ammunition
Stock them shelves, I got more shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail
I got no L's like Christmas, you don't wanna make the claws come out (nah)
Y'all should call yourselves Santa (why?) 'Cause none of y'all are real (nah)
Not a single one (like what?), Like a dollar bill (yeah)
It's like your bitch in appellate court, she's on a pill
We got her a bond and she'll
Never bail on me, not even outta jail
EPMD, but me, I gots no chills (you gotsa chill)
Just a lotta skrill
Lady, my paper's so crazy, I just tossed a mil' out the window
Of my mobile on the f*ckin' freeway on the way here (yeah)
Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh, yeah
That's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain, dear
Green on me but no weed, shorty, just these, darling
A pocket full of pills, some are Tylenol 3s, prolly two or three Molly
So some are E which reminds me of rap summary, mami
My theme song, me and P
Always used to play that shit on repeat all day
So please call me "Big Daddy" (daddy)
Plus I got the 'caine and lean on me (yeah)
MCs, I'm eatin' you B-I-T-C-H's like tortilla chips
Me, I'm free of debt, yeah, green is on Chia Pet
This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index
Poverty at it's peak, OCD and PTSD I guess
R.I.P. out to DMX, Stezo, E and Nipsey
Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee, MF DOOM, I hit 50 via text
Told him that I love him 'cause I don't even know when I'ma see him next (nah)
Tomorrow could be your death (yeah, what?) (Bring that beat back)
Yeah, and this shit ain't for the faint
'Cause the brain's iller trained, killer, danger, deranged
And I drank all the DayQuil, I blank on the paper
Then wait 'til the page fill up
Hate spiller, shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq'
I just pray for the day when I'm able to say that I'm placed
With the greats and my name's with the Kane's and the Wayne's and the Jay's
And the Dre's and the Ye's and the Drake's and the J Dilla's, Jada's, Cool J's
And the Ra's and amazin' as Nas is, and praise to the Gods of this
Shout to the golden age of hip-hop and the name of this song is
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what is it, not what is isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars, coutin' a million
Bucket on low like Erick and Parrish
Closed casket flow, all you niggas get deaded
They don't give you one single rose while you can smell it
So I pick from my own garden (garden)
Wanna go out in my garden like Godfather
Grandkids and a Rottweiler, got over the block trauma (yeah)
So what you sayin' nigga? You gots to chill (uh-huh)
Thinkin' you the truth, really you not for real (EPMD)
Back to back with' it, the hardest shit of the year (Nasir Jones)
(Remix)
EPMD, we back in business
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with us, come to your senses (uh)
P is the second coming of God something to witness
Piece of shit fly on your head like Mike Pence's
We in the trenches
I'm mad, better yet, I'm on a rampage
My people can't even get minimum wage
F*ck a stimulus (uh)
Give me some interest (uh)
Give me a loan
Give me a home
Get me that land you owe me so I can roam
So when you trespass, blaow, one in your dome
Best wishes, ghost 'em like he Tommy
Ain't worried bout nothin' 'cause Hit Squad behind me
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what is it, not what is isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million
Dun
I let it go for the family, meetin's at Cote in Miami
Them wine bottles on maggie, extra large
Sign up for my masterclass, Escobar
Feet up at Mets Stadium at my restaurant (yerr)
Tied in from AZ to Dave East, you know my thoughts get crazy
My teachers, they couldn't grade me
I know some Haitians in Dade County, got choppers in Haiti
She booked a flight to Colombia, made her body amazin'
Just to post it on Tumblr, this that "f*ck up the summer" shit
I don't care what you comin' with, me and Hit-Boy runnin' shit (runnin' shit)
Big gold, rope chains, but they flooded now (yeah, flooded now)
Pull up with the Ghost like a haunted house (haunted house)
Shit gettin' scary, blood on my hands like Carrie
Might walk through a cemetery to see where hip-hop is buried
I said it was dead, but it faked its death like Machiavelli
You see letters in red splatter, look like sauce and spaghetti
Yeah, ready?
EPMD, we're back in business (what?)
Livin' in cramped conditions, we'll give you ammunition
Stock them shelves, I got more shells like Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail
I got no L's like Christmas, you don't wanna make the claws come out (nah)
Y'all should call yourselves Santa (why?) 'Cause none of y'all are real (nah)
Not a single one (like what?), Like a dollar bill (yeah)
It's like your bitch in appellate court, she's on a pill
We got her a bond and she'll
Never bail on me, not even outta jail
EPMD, but me, I gots no chills (you gotsa chill)
Just a lotta skrill
Lady, my paper's so crazy, I just tossed a mil' out the window
Of my mobile on the f*ckin' freeway on the way here (yeah)
Like Rudolph and his homies when they pullin' the sleigh, yeah
That's a lot of bucks flyin' when I'm makin' it rain, dear
Green on me but no weed, shorty, just these, darling
A pocket full of pills, some are Tylenol 3s, prolly two or three Molly
So some are E which reminds me of rap summary, mami
My theme song, me and P
Always used to play that shit on repeat all day
So please call me "Big Daddy" (daddy)
Plus I got the 'caine and lean on me (yeah)
MCs, I'm eatin' you B-I-T-C-H's like tortilla chips
Me, I'm free of debt, yeah, green is on Chia Pet
This is the effects of my old neighborhood misery index
Poverty at it's peak, OCD and PTSD I guess
R.I.P. out to DMX, Stezo, E and Nipsey
Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee, MF DOOM, I hit 50 via text
Told him that I love him 'cause I don't even know when I'ma see him next (nah)
Tomorrow could be your death (yeah, what?) (Bring that beat back)
Yeah, and this shit ain't for the faint
'Cause the brain's iller trained, killer, danger, deranged
And I drank all the DayQuil, I blank on the paper
Then wait 'til the page fill up
Hate spiller, shameful the strength of a pain pill or tranq'
I just pray for the day when I'm able to say that I'm placed
With the greats and my name's with the Kane's and the Wayne's and the Jay's
And the Dre's and the Ye's and the Drake's and the J Dilla's, Jada's, Cool J's
And the Ra's and amazin' as Nas is, and praise to the Gods of this
Shout to the golden age of hip-hop and the name of this song is
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what is it, not what is isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars, coutin' a million
Writer: Chauncey Hollis Jr., Erick Sermon, Marshall B Mathers III, Nasir Jones, Parrish J. Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Rare
Yo, I'm in rare form
Niggas speak down on my name like I wasn't there for 'em
Talk about back in the days, this isn't back in the days
They want me back in my ways, chipped tooth and the fade
Uh, musically I'm on Mars
Walking all over the beat, puttin' my feet on the stars
I rock it like Lenny, thinkin' like Jimi
The first time he seen a guitar
Standin' in front of where they shot Ahmaud
And said we gotta know who we are
Uh, I'm in rare form
Wearin' rare Jordans straight from Air Jordan this a fair warning
Too many young gods beef over nothin'
When you get money you know that it's comin'
Sayin' they homies but they ain't a hunnid
We the most hunted, uh
I got my Mets hat on to the back
Y'all already know where we goin' with the stats
Hall of Fame only, Kings and Queens only
They all be grabbin' my style but you know they can't hold me
Yeah, I'm in rare form
Y'all still on the ground, you know I been airborne
Studyin' Big, studyin' Nietzsche
You gotta call on the chopper to reach me
Homie, I don't need the jeweler to freeze me
Ice in my veins, I make it look easy
Mentally, I'm in Queens
Mo' money, mo' problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings
Let 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste
They see you shinin' emotions get hard to contain
They just not evolvin' the same
Me and HB is too rare
I'm movin' all through the snares, the sound on billionaire
Ain't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page
I'm Prince on the stage, SLAVE on his face
You know what they say, KD the wave
I'm stayin' rare for all of my days (Braveheart, Braveheart)
I'm stayin' rare for all of my days (Braveheart)
Levels of Tarantino
Curvin' my ego, even though he know
Empty glass of Pinot, cigars and casinos
What they especially praise is the ethos
Stacks on blackjack, movin' my chips
No superstition to make me get rich
I'm with this chick, just one I brought today
In between placin' my bets, we shop to Cartier
Rose gold, I copped her a set
Runway, hopped in the jet, flight attendant poppin' Moet
I said I need that Dom, off of respect
We havin' conversations, nigga, show me property then
I call my nigga and I told him, "Yo, I gotta be there"
Salmon shish kebab, in a misty fog, roll a sticky log
Big dawg affair, no kids involved
Roundtable havin' war council
Press one button, it'll change the world around you
Too rare, nothin' to see here, Cuban over my streetwear
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you just to be fair
It's okay to keep the mystique, I learned that in the street
I'm me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for the G's
(Hit-Boy)
We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time
Look inside my mind, see a gold mine
I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line
You keep starin' at the glow, bitch, don't go blind
Braveheart energy, f*ck all of the enemies
XO Hennessy, it's not on me, it's in me
I'm not here to be friendly, they ain't even pretendin'
Comprende?
We've been doin' gangsta shit for a long time
Look inside my mind, see a gold mine
I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line
Comprende?
It's up, Hit-Boy you on some other shit
We on some other shit, comprende? Yeah
Niggas speak down on my name like I wasn't there for 'em
Talk about back in the days, this isn't back in the days
They want me back in my ways, chipped tooth and the fade
Uh, musically I'm on Mars
Walking all over the beat, puttin' my feet on the stars
I rock it like Lenny, thinkin' like Jimi
The first time he seen a guitar
Standin' in front of where they shot Ahmaud
And said we gotta know who we are
Uh, I'm in rare form
Wearin' rare Jordans straight from Air Jordan this a fair warning
Too many young gods beef over nothin'
When you get money you know that it's comin'
Sayin' they homies but they ain't a hunnid
We the most hunted, uh
I got my Mets hat on to the back
Y'all already know where we goin' with the stats
Hall of Fame only, Kings and Queens only
They all be grabbin' my style but you know they can't hold me
Yeah, I'm in rare form
Y'all still on the ground, you know I been airborne
Studyin' Big, studyin' Nietzsche
You gotta call on the chopper to reach me
Homie, I don't need the jeweler to freeze me
Ice in my veins, I make it look easy
Mentally, I'm in Queens
Mo' money, mo' problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings
Let 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste
They see you shinin' emotions get hard to contain
They just not evolvin' the same
Me and HB is too rare
I'm movin' all through the snares, the sound on billionaire
Ain't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page
I'm Prince on the stage, SLAVE on his face
You know what they say, KD the wave
I'm stayin' rare for all of my days (Braveheart, Braveheart)
I'm stayin' rare for all of my days (Braveheart)
Levels of Tarantino
Curvin' my ego, even though he know
Empty glass of Pinot, cigars and casinos
What they especially praise is the ethos
Stacks on blackjack, movin' my chips
No superstition to make me get rich
I'm with this chick, just one I brought today
In between placin' my bets, we shop to Cartier
Rose gold, I copped her a set
Runway, hopped in the jet, flight attendant poppin' Moet
I said I need that Dom, off of respect
We havin' conversations, nigga, show me property then
I call my nigga and I told him, "Yo, I gotta be there"
Salmon shish kebab, in a misty fog, roll a sticky log
Big dawg affair, no kids involved
Roundtable havin' war council
Press one button, it'll change the world around you
Too rare, nothin' to see here, Cuban over my streetwear
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you just to be fair
It's okay to keep the mystique, I learned that in the street
I'm me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for the G's
(Hit-Boy)
We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time
Look inside my mind, see a gold mine
I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line
You keep starin' at the glow, bitch, don't go blind
Braveheart energy, f*ck all of the enemies
XO Hennessy, it's not on me, it's in me
I'm not here to be friendly, they ain't even pretendin'
Comprende?
We've been doin' gangsta shit for a long time
Look inside my mind, see a gold mine
I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line
Comprende?
It's up, Hit-Boy you on some other shit
We on some other shit, comprende? Yeah
Writer: Chauncey Hollis Jr., Dustin James Corbett, Nasir Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
YKTV
Oh, yeah, I'm sorry
I didn't mean to say all that
I should've opened with a reading of the scripture
From the Book of Popoff
(Hit-boy)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
Yktv, got the top off (top off)
Private estate, I'm a mob boss (mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
YKTV
God's Son, they call me Son, ain't no sonnin' me
Ran a hundred M's, bitch, I'm running things
Paper power pussy that should come in threes
What you think I owe you somethin' girl for f*ckin' me?
Imagine Lil Uzi on a Preemo beat
Imagine N-A-S on a Migo beat
Hip-hop culture, Henny on coasters
Watching hundred inch screens see who sittin' with Oprah
Black Phantoms women comin' in tandems
Bags are Lanvin she prayin' she don't get abandoned
Bag big from layin' these ad-libs
My photo the Jordan logo for this rap shit
Oculus VR, that's how I see shit
I can't let you drive the boat if you get seasick
Draped in all red, she thought I was Whoopty
Four AM, still goin', I'm not even whoozy
Let your friends catch a ride, whip only got two seats
Slip and slide through Miami, she got on a two-piece
I'm on her body, she a homebody
Hope them killers don't catch no bodies
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
Yktv, got the top off (top off)
Private estate, I'm a mob boss (mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
You wanted to talk, ain't no talkin' it out, huh
Put it in your mouth, f*ck you talkin' about?
Every time they play this song, she like, "This is my shit"
But I really wanna know, do you love me or not?
So say my name and when you say it, baby, call me Artist
Don't be afraid to ride my wave, ma, it's a tsunami
And when I wasn't gettin' paid, them bitches wasn't on me
And you can tell I got my weight up, just look at the car key
A bunch of Givenchy, look, I pop off, huh
I copped the Avenny, my top off, huh
They not really A Boogie, they just knockoffs, huh
Big rock in these chains but it's not yours, huh
Been jackin' Esco' bars like he Pablo, huh
Put my tip inside her walls like she was hollow, huh
My niggas innocent behind the walls like they Ralo, huh
And every time they pop off, I pop out
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
Yktv, got the top off (top off)
Private estate, I'm a mob boss (mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
Hey there, I'm Peter Popoff
And it's about to pop off
4Hunnid
Hunnid deep in a club I'm a mob boss (yeah)
Big Blood drip, you know it's hot sauce (ooh)
Family crib, got my side bitch in a high loft
Girls goin' wild, bitch take your top off (bitch)
Show no love bitch, I'm in love with Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)
The Louis Vuitton ain't dropped yet but I got it on (got it on)
I just made yo' favorite singer come out her thong (come out her thong)
I just ran the money play with Scooter Braun (Scooter Braun)
Drop a car note on yo' head, act stupid wit' it
Bitch, bitch, my jewels ain't rented, the coupes ain't rented
Bitch play them cards with no limit, stars in the ceilin'
Bitch I want all of the money, I'm harvestin' millions
I just put my name on the pack, now we trappin' and dealin'
Niggas, niggas say that they game but I'm actually in it (yeah, yeah)
I'm Tom Brady in the field, I make all the decisions (yeah)
Your video got shot up and I greenlit it (yeah)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (4Hunnid) (pop off)
Yktv, got the top off (top off)
Private estate, I'm a mob boss (mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
YKTV
You know the vibes, QB to Southside
Northside, Far Rock, LeFrak, Brooklyn
Bronx, Harlem, Staten Island we outside
Highbridge to Compton, yeah
I didn't mean to say all that
I should've opened with a reading of the scripture
From the Book of Popoff
(Hit-boy)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
Yktv, got the top off (top off)
Private estate, I'm a mob boss (mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
YKTV
God's Son, they call me Son, ain't no sonnin' me
Ran a hundred M's, bitch, I'm running things
Paper power pussy that should come in threes
What you think I owe you somethin' girl for f*ckin' me?
Imagine Lil Uzi on a Preemo beat
Imagine N-A-S on a Migo beat
Hip-hop culture, Henny on coasters
Watching hundred inch screens see who sittin' with Oprah
Black Phantoms women comin' in tandems
Bags are Lanvin she prayin' she don't get abandoned
Bag big from layin' these ad-libs
My photo the Jordan logo for this rap shit
Oculus VR, that's how I see shit
I can't let you drive the boat if you get seasick
Draped in all red, she thought I was Whoopty
Four AM, still goin', I'm not even whoozy
Let your friends catch a ride, whip only got two seats
Slip and slide through Miami, she got on a two-piece
I'm on her body, she a homebody
Hope them killers don't catch no bodies
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
Yktv, got the top off (top off)
Private estate, I'm a mob boss (mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
You wanted to talk, ain't no talkin' it out, huh
Put it in your mouth, f*ck you talkin' about?
Every time they play this song, she like, "This is my shit"
But I really wanna know, do you love me or not?
So say my name and when you say it, baby, call me Artist
Don't be afraid to ride my wave, ma, it's a tsunami
And when I wasn't gettin' paid, them bitches wasn't on me
And you can tell I got my weight up, just look at the car key
A bunch of Givenchy, look, I pop off, huh
I copped the Avenny, my top off, huh
They not really A Boogie, they just knockoffs, huh
Big rock in these chains but it's not yours, huh
Been jackin' Esco' bars like he Pablo, huh
Put my tip inside her walls like she was hollow, huh
My niggas innocent behind the walls like they Ralo, huh
And every time they pop off, I pop out
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
Yktv, got the top off (top off)
Private estate, I'm a mob boss (mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
Hey there, I'm Peter Popoff
And it's about to pop off
4Hunnid
Hunnid deep in a club I'm a mob boss (yeah)
Big Blood drip, you know it's hot sauce (ooh)
Family crib, got my side bitch in a high loft
Girls goin' wild, bitch take your top off (bitch)
Show no love bitch, I'm in love with Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)
The Louis Vuitton ain't dropped yet but I got it on (got it on)
I just made yo' favorite singer come out her thong (come out her thong)
I just ran the money play with Scooter Braun (Scooter Braun)
Drop a car note on yo' head, act stupid wit' it
Bitch, bitch, my jewels ain't rented, the coupes ain't rented
Bitch play them cards with no limit, stars in the ceilin'
Bitch I want all of the money, I'm harvestin' millions
I just put my name on the pack, now we trappin' and dealin'
Niggas, niggas say that they game but I'm actually in it (yeah, yeah)
I'm Tom Brady in the field, I make all the decisions (yeah)
Your video got shot up and I greenlit it (yeah)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (4Hunnid) (pop off)
Yktv, got the top off (top off)
Private estate, I'm a mob boss (mob boss)
Every time I pop out, it pop off (pop off)
YKTV
You know the vibes, QB to Southside
Northside, Far Rock, LeFrak, Brooklyn
Bronx, Harlem, Staten Island we outside
Highbridge to Compton, yeah
Writer: Artist Dubose, Chauncey Hollis Jr., Dustin James Corbett, Keenon Jackson, Nasir Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Store Run
G's
Yeah
Yeah
Qb, AQ, Ravenswood, Woodside, let's go (Hit-Boy)
My thumbs struck a lot of lighters
Pulled a lot of all nighters
Banned from some after hours spots
My crew would choose violence, move in silence
Who knew I grew to build an empire?
Streets had me against the ropes woulda thought I was zip lining
Techs in the dresser, money off tech, pushing a Tesla
Rolled up a fresh one, it's one IPO to the next one
Rich from corporate or thuggin', expensive mistakes
It's all a racket it's the same thing
Just a risk that you take
Movin' too fast, blues on yo' ass
Them boys came through with the task
Peep through the blinds, you knew it was curtains
Bread winner take a L, leave the whole family hurting
Seen it a million times, system wash 'em out with the verdict
So I'm clean as a whistle, drinking premium liquor
In between two Argentinian sisters
They countin' up for me until they fingers get blisters
What I blew that on? I cannot seem to remember
It's not even bragging (I like that)
It's okay, it's gonna be okay
Flyest nigga in this rap shit
Yo, as I'm looking at the New York skyline
Reminiscing on night times
Shootouts with my guys
Pouring this white wine
You can Richard Mille your left wrist
Keep in perspective we on God's time
The world is yours
What happens when dealers reduced to addicts?
What happens when kings don't see they potential status?
What's your exit plan?
Face to face with my omens, I never ran
Stood on stages most never can
Pyrotechnics and leather pants
Shifting the culture
Mention me with Mick Jagger and Bono like you 'posed to
I'm standing next to rookies somehow they lookin' older
The altitude I'm at is so cold it'll make ya nose run
How you expect to get love if you don't show none?
I should send you lil' niggas on a store run
How we movin' is no cut?
I'm from the era of razor blades and coke dust
People living with no trust, Champagne and the soap suds
So I'm clean as a whistle, drinking premium liquor
In between two Argentinian sisters
They countin' up for me until they fingers get blisters
What I blew that on? I cannot seem to remember
The world is yours
Scarface, Tony Montana shit
It's yours
Yours, yours
Rip Ecstasy from Whodini
Dmx, Prince Markie Dee, Shock G
Real rap gods, do you know the meaning?
All the rap brothers we lost this year
And last year
Aye yo, check it out
Run to the store for me, man
Get me veggie chips, blunts, and a bottle
You got this shit all twisted, man
It's about rank
You ain't there yet, think you gon' send me to the store?
I own the store, man, I'm just testing you
I got the hood playing golf, wild boss style
Crucifixes over the Chrome Hearts, you get crossed out
People battered down, Asian hate gettin' passed around
Tiger happy, both his parents lives matter now
Marble floors is my common law, we company builders
I inspired those who inspired you to run up millions
Not perfect, persistence, keep it more pure than a purist
I do this for the 'jects
And them good hearted jurors
Yeah
Yeah
Qb, AQ, Ravenswood, Woodside, let's go (Hit-Boy)
My thumbs struck a lot of lighters
Pulled a lot of all nighters
Banned from some after hours spots
My crew would choose violence, move in silence
Who knew I grew to build an empire?
Streets had me against the ropes woulda thought I was zip lining
Techs in the dresser, money off tech, pushing a Tesla
Rolled up a fresh one, it's one IPO to the next one
Rich from corporate or thuggin', expensive mistakes
It's all a racket it's the same thing
Just a risk that you take
Movin' too fast, blues on yo' ass
Them boys came through with the task
Peep through the blinds, you knew it was curtains
Bread winner take a L, leave the whole family hurting
Seen it a million times, system wash 'em out with the verdict
So I'm clean as a whistle, drinking premium liquor
In between two Argentinian sisters
They countin' up for me until they fingers get blisters
What I blew that on? I cannot seem to remember
It's not even bragging (I like that)
It's okay, it's gonna be okay
Flyest nigga in this rap shit
Yo, as I'm looking at the New York skyline
Reminiscing on night times
Shootouts with my guys
Pouring this white wine
You can Richard Mille your left wrist
Keep in perspective we on God's time
The world is yours
What happens when dealers reduced to addicts?
What happens when kings don't see they potential status?
What's your exit plan?
Face to face with my omens, I never ran
Stood on stages most never can
Pyrotechnics and leather pants
Shifting the culture
Mention me with Mick Jagger and Bono like you 'posed to
I'm standing next to rookies somehow they lookin' older
The altitude I'm at is so cold it'll make ya nose run
How you expect to get love if you don't show none?
I should send you lil' niggas on a store run
How we movin' is no cut?
I'm from the era of razor blades and coke dust
People living with no trust, Champagne and the soap suds
So I'm clean as a whistle, drinking premium liquor
In between two Argentinian sisters
They countin' up for me until they fingers get blisters
What I blew that on? I cannot seem to remember
The world is yours
Scarface, Tony Montana shit
It's yours
Yours, yours
Rip Ecstasy from Whodini
Dmx, Prince Markie Dee, Shock G
Real rap gods, do you know the meaning?
All the rap brothers we lost this year
And last year
Aye yo, check it out
Run to the store for me, man
Get me veggie chips, blunts, and a bottle
You got this shit all twisted, man
It's about rank
You ain't there yet, think you gon' send me to the store?
I own the store, man, I'm just testing you
I got the hood playing golf, wild boss style
Crucifixes over the Chrome Hearts, you get crossed out
People battered down, Asian hate gettin' passed around
Tiger happy, both his parents lives matter now
Marble floors is my common law, we company builders
I inspired those who inspired you to run up millions
Not perfect, persistence, keep it more pure than a purist
I do this for the 'jects
And them good hearted jurors
Writer: Chauncey Hollis, Douglas Brown, James Spencer, Jawuan Damariel Wilson, Nasir Jones, Richard Botts
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Moments
What could a moment mean
Why are the lights so gleam
Could you count time that's seen
Or would you have to bleed
Question my life
Don't wanna be alone tonight
I've said that so many times
And I'm still here
In this moment
Waiting to be alone yet
I'm still here
In this moment
Can't be alone just yet
Why are the lights so gleam
Could you count time that's seen
Or would you have to bleed
Question my life
Don't wanna be alone tonight
I've said that so many times
And I'm still here
In this moment
Waiting to be alone yet
I'm still here
In this moment
Can't be alone just yet
Writer: Nadja Douoning
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Nobody
Oou, nobody love me like you do
Nobody love me like, oou
Nobody love me like you do
Baby this could never go bad
All of your ways, all of your ways
I wish you could stay, wish you could stay, yeah
All of the nights been thinking bout ya
Feels so good when I'm around ya, ou yeah
I need your company
Baby this could never go bad
Ooouuu, nobody love me like you do
Nobody love me like, oou
Nobody love me like you do
Baby this could never go bad
Ooouuu, nobody love me like you do
Nobody love me like, oou
Nobody love me like you do
Baby this could never go bad
Nobody love me like
Faces you make, when we play, ay aye
But this ain't no game, savage thang, thang
Did you find me or did I find yuh
It don't really matter, bring it closer
Baby imma ride it till its all done
Baby come and drive me like a chauffeur
Ooouuu, nobody love me like you do
Nobody love me like, oou
Nobody love me like you do
Baby this could never go bad
Nobody love me like, Oou
Nobody love me like you do
Nobody love me like, oou
Nobody love me like you do
Baby this could never go bad
Nobody love me like
We getting ready for the wine
We getting ready for the wine
We getting ready for the wine
We getting ready for the wine
Ou na na na na nah
Na na na na na nah
Ou na na na na nah
Na na na na na nah
Ooouuu, nobody love me like you do
Nobody love me like, oou
Nobody love me like you do
Baby this could never go bad
Nobody love me like, Oou
Nobody love me like you do
Nobody love me like, oou
Nobody love me like you do
Baby this could never go bad
Nobody love me like
Ou na na na na nah
Na na na na na nah
Ou na na na na nah
Na na na na na nah
Nobody love me like, oou
Nobody love me like you do
Baby this could never go bad
All of your ways, all of your ways
I wish you could stay, wish you could stay, yeah
All of the nights been thinking bout ya
Feels so good when I'm around ya, ou yeah
I need your company
Baby this could never go bad
Ooouuu, nobody love me like you do
Nobody love me like, oou
Nobody love me like you do
Baby this could never go bad
Ooouuu, nobody love me like you do
Nobody love me like, oou
Nobody love me like you do
Baby this could never go bad
Nobody love me like
Faces you make, when we play, ay aye
But this ain't no game, savage thang, thang
Did you find me or did I find yuh
It don't really matter, bring it closer
Baby imma ride it till its all done
Baby come and drive me like a chauffeur
Ooouuu, nobody love me like you do
Nobody love me like, oou
Nobody love me like you do
Baby this could never go bad
Nobody love me like, Oou
Nobody love me like you do
Nobody love me like, oou
Nobody love me like you do
Baby this could never go bad
Nobody love me like
We getting ready for the wine
We getting ready for the wine
We getting ready for the wine
We getting ready for the wine
Ou na na na na nah
Na na na na na nah
Ou na na na na nah
Na na na na na nah
Ooouuu, nobody love me like you do
Nobody love me like, oou
Nobody love me like you do
Baby this could never go bad
Nobody love me like, Oou
Nobody love me like you do
Nobody love me like, oou
Nobody love me like you do
Baby this could never go bad
Nobody love me like
Ou na na na na nah
Na na na na na nah
Ou na na na na nah
Na na na na na nah
Writer: Devon Golder, Kathy Andujar Achong, Reuben McCray
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
No Phony Love
If only I knew back then what I know today
She'd have never gone away
If only I wouldn't be so lonely
I wouldn't be lonely
If only I'd take the time to show how much I care
I wouldn't be so lonely
Too many moments
Thoughts in the Cullinan
Too many moments when I thought I'd never love again
Scar like a buck fifty
Birdie in Above the Rim
With you I kept it on some humble shit
Damn, I guess you haven't noticed how I always been devoted
Even when you disrobin' late nights still get the coldest
Interviews I been misquoted
But you bein' bad is just a bonus
Look how beautiful your soul is
This shit feels like a high school crush (think we in love)
I used to be her high school crush
She woke up in a fuss and asked me why did I hide her toothbrush
If I was honest it would be too much
Quiet storm on the radio puttin' me in the zone
I got questions in my text, when am I comin' home
You laid up in my Supreme tee you love my Tuscan cologne
I be excited to see you like I just didn't leave you
Ooh wee
I be excited to see you like I just didn't leave you
Oh yeah
No phony love
If only love
Guaranteed trust
Just to sum it up
You know what's up
It's only us, it's only us, it's only us
She want me very exclusive
Relationships bound to fail when you barely into it
Stupid of me continuously I leave it in ruins
You perfect, but I might just be married to music, for real
Life is not what you harp on, or what you go through
She boppin' her shoulders like the darkest one in Total (go boo)
Women with good energy, the ones I'm close to
And I already wrote to, waiting for you to roll through
She lookin' at me like you need a queen in your life
You can't be single for life
She tried to read me my rights
I'm hungover from last night pour me some Pedialyte
We was just doin' so well how was we in a fight, nah
I just want somebody who real
Late night play D'Angelo How Does It Feel?
You lookin' for security I want someone secure
Let's drop thirty at Louis and have sex in the store
Behind the curtain in the dressing room, you ain't about that life
I be excited to see you like I just didn't leave you
No phony love
If only love
Guaranteed trust
Just to sum it up
You know what's up
It's only us, it's only us, it's only us
No phony love
If only love
Guaranteed trust
Just to sum it up
You know what's up
It's only us, it's only us, it's only us
You know us Virgos
All picky
In our heads and stuff
Love is trust
Trust is love
Trust is love
Love is trust
She'd have never gone away
If only I wouldn't be so lonely
I wouldn't be lonely
If only I'd take the time to show how much I care
I wouldn't be so lonely
Too many moments
Thoughts in the Cullinan
Too many moments when I thought I'd never love again
Scar like a buck fifty
Birdie in Above the Rim
With you I kept it on some humble shit
Damn, I guess you haven't noticed how I always been devoted
Even when you disrobin' late nights still get the coldest
Interviews I been misquoted
But you bein' bad is just a bonus
Look how beautiful your soul is
This shit feels like a high school crush (think we in love)
I used to be her high school crush
She woke up in a fuss and asked me why did I hide her toothbrush
If I was honest it would be too much
Quiet storm on the radio puttin' me in the zone
I got questions in my text, when am I comin' home
You laid up in my Supreme tee you love my Tuscan cologne
I be excited to see you like I just didn't leave you
Ooh wee
I be excited to see you like I just didn't leave you
Oh yeah
No phony love
If only love
Guaranteed trust
Just to sum it up
You know what's up
It's only us, it's only us, it's only us
She want me very exclusive
Relationships bound to fail when you barely into it
Stupid of me continuously I leave it in ruins
You perfect, but I might just be married to music, for real
Life is not what you harp on, or what you go through
She boppin' her shoulders like the darkest one in Total (go boo)
Women with good energy, the ones I'm close to
And I already wrote to, waiting for you to roll through
She lookin' at me like you need a queen in your life
You can't be single for life
She tried to read me my rights
I'm hungover from last night pour me some Pedialyte
We was just doin' so well how was we in a fight, nah
I just want somebody who real
Late night play D'Angelo How Does It Feel?
You lookin' for security I want someone secure
Let's drop thirty at Louis and have sex in the store
Behind the curtain in the dressing room, you ain't about that life
I be excited to see you like I just didn't leave you
No phony love
If only love
Guaranteed trust
Just to sum it up
You know what's up
It's only us, it's only us, it's only us
No phony love
If only love
Guaranteed trust
Just to sum it up
You know what's up
It's only us, it's only us, it's only us
You know us Virgos
All picky
In our heads and stuff
Love is trust
Trust is love
Trust is love
Love is trust
Writer: Brian Morgan, Charles Wilson, Chauncey Hollis, Justin Williams, Nasir Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Brunch On Sundays
Mm, mm, uh
Oh, oh, oh oh, yeah
Bottomless bellinis, afternoon sun
Girls twerkin' on the tables they jus' havin''fun
Leave them girls alone
You the owner, what you on?
Buckets of Dom P, how many you want?
My nigga, he brought his son, got his dad's face
We order crabcakes, table with mad plates
R&B playlist, I'm in Blxst space (cheers)
She told me 'bout her last date, I had to laugh in her face, yo
That's brunch on Sundays
Bring the hookah to the table she gon' smoke until her lungs ache
That's brunch on Sundays
Postin' pictures on the 'Gram hashtaggin', "Sunday fun day"
Go in chocolate city
DC girls saditty
Valet park the Wraith, here's a hundred fifty
Fitted match the linen, linen match the tennis
Net worth match the image
Shorty was a AKA, best friend was a Delta
Bringin' up her student loans, I told her that I felt her
Flyest women on the yard now they work for Delta
New Chanel slides slip 'em off like Cinderella
That's brunch on Sundays
Mad blunts, real runts girls, tryin' to act up
Gotta keep it classy this ain't time to act tough
Eye to eye when we toast, we don't need no bad luck
That's brunch on Sundays (cheers)
Bring the hookah to the table she gon' smoke until her lungs ache (cheers)
That's brunch on Sundays
Postin' pictures on the 'Gram hashtaggin', "Sunday fun day"
It's my favorite day of the week (oh)
It's my favorite day (oh)
It's my favorite day of the week (yeah, yeah)
To make it Sunday to Sunday, that shit is deep
Keep it playa at all times
Be patient, it's all vibes
You f*ckin' with the latest and greatest of our time
They know if I'm winnin', we winnin', we all shine
Make sure my people got a plate at the table before mine
That's brunch on Sundays, this one's different
It's the good guy mixed with American Pimp shit
I got Birkin money but the Telfar carry different
That's a black business, I handle my Black business
Stay out of Black woman business 'less you invested in it
Told her check her Zelle account, there's a blessin' in it
That's brunch on Sundays, she belong on a runway
White Celine visor to block the sunrays
Oysters work as an afrodisiac (yeah)
Soulful Sundays, run Anita back (rapture)
Gave her sweet love she said she needed that
Still a playa baby, I know you seen The Mack
That's brunch on Sundays
Mad blunts, real runts, girls tryin' to act up
Gotta keep it classy, this ain't time to act tough (classy)
Eye to eye when we toast, we don't need no bad luck (bless up)
That's brunch on Sundays (cheers)
Bring the hookah to the table she gon' smoke until her lungs ache (cheers)
That brunch on Sundays
Postin' pictures on the 'Gram hashtaggin', "Sunday fun day"
It's my favorite day of the week (oh, let's break bread)
It's my favorite day (oh)
It's my favorite day of the week (yeah, yeah)
To make it Sunday to Sunday, that shit is deep (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
That's brunch on Sunday, oh
Break bread with the people, yeah
Oh, oh, oh oh, yeah
Bottomless bellinis, afternoon sun
Girls twerkin' on the tables they jus' havin''fun
Leave them girls alone
You the owner, what you on?
Buckets of Dom P, how many you want?
My nigga, he brought his son, got his dad's face
We order crabcakes, table with mad plates
R&B playlist, I'm in Blxst space (cheers)
She told me 'bout her last date, I had to laugh in her face, yo
That's brunch on Sundays
Bring the hookah to the table she gon' smoke until her lungs ache
That's brunch on Sundays
Postin' pictures on the 'Gram hashtaggin', "Sunday fun day"
Go in chocolate city
DC girls saditty
Valet park the Wraith, here's a hundred fifty
Fitted match the linen, linen match the tennis
Net worth match the image
Shorty was a AKA, best friend was a Delta
Bringin' up her student loans, I told her that I felt her
Flyest women on the yard now they work for Delta
New Chanel slides slip 'em off like Cinderella
That's brunch on Sundays
Mad blunts, real runts girls, tryin' to act up
Gotta keep it classy this ain't time to act tough
Eye to eye when we toast, we don't need no bad luck
That's brunch on Sundays (cheers)
Bring the hookah to the table she gon' smoke until her lungs ache (cheers)
That's brunch on Sundays
Postin' pictures on the 'Gram hashtaggin', "Sunday fun day"
It's my favorite day of the week (oh)
It's my favorite day (oh)
It's my favorite day of the week (yeah, yeah)
To make it Sunday to Sunday, that shit is deep
Keep it playa at all times
Be patient, it's all vibes
You f*ckin' with the latest and greatest of our time
They know if I'm winnin', we winnin', we all shine
Make sure my people got a plate at the table before mine
That's brunch on Sundays, this one's different
It's the good guy mixed with American Pimp shit
I got Birkin money but the Telfar carry different
That's a black business, I handle my Black business
Stay out of Black woman business 'less you invested in it
Told her check her Zelle account, there's a blessin' in it
That's brunch on Sundays, she belong on a runway
White Celine visor to block the sunrays
Oysters work as an afrodisiac (yeah)
Soulful Sundays, run Anita back (rapture)
Gave her sweet love she said she needed that
Still a playa baby, I know you seen The Mack
That's brunch on Sundays
Mad blunts, real runts, girls tryin' to act up
Gotta keep it classy, this ain't time to act tough (classy)
Eye to eye when we toast, we don't need no bad luck (bless up)
That's brunch on Sundays (cheers)
Bring the hookah to the table she gon' smoke until her lungs ache (cheers)
That brunch on Sundays
Postin' pictures on the 'Gram hashtaggin', "Sunday fun day"
It's my favorite day of the week (oh, let's break bread)
It's my favorite day (oh)
It's my favorite day of the week (yeah, yeah)
To make it Sunday to Sunday, that shit is deep (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
That's brunch on Sunday, oh
Break bread with the people, yeah
Writer: Chauncey Hollis Jr., Derrick Carrington Gray, Dustin James Corbett, Mark Evitts, Matthew Burdette, Nasir Jones, Nicholas Race, Roget Chahayed, Shawn Jerritt
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Count Me In
Count me in
Yeah
Yeah
Turn it up let the radio blast
This a movie can't catch it on HBO Max
Couldn't play me even back when we was playin' tag
White snow cover the roof of the navy Jag
That's crucial
Loose screws in my mind 'cause I didn't have the tools to
Unlock my power, then influence you
To lock me down it'd take two of you
Must be delusional dawg, I'm livin' beautiful
(Three, two, one, let's go)
Count me in
Most non-sucker shit you could ever experience
Count me in
Sound of a .45 bussin' that's how I'm killin' shit
Count me in
Sit back and let 'em expose who they really is
Count me in
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
Ain't worried bout none of them
They bleed how I bleed
Suffering from the symptoms of King's Disease
Can't let the bright lights go to your head
I watched my day ones go to the feds
5th Ave they snatchin' bags with the double-C's
They itchin' to up the squeeze, shit is not a hunnid
'Til a nigga see a hunnid B's
Seen ego and greed take over and kill a hunnid kings
Daily a hunnid niggas come for me
I'm tryin' to calculate the shit they gotta count me in
Can't cure me with over-the-counter shit
Fireworks every time I turn an album in
When it ain't even July I got it hot again
Majority on a profit split
We winnin' winter to winter
Q-boro don't get hit up
Get through any situation my nigga chest out, chin up
(Three, two, one, let's go)
Count me in
Most non-sucker shit you could ever experience
Count me in
Sound of a .45 bussin' that's how I'm killin' shit
Count me in
Sit back and let 'em expose who they really is
Count me in
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
It's gon' be that, and that's on that
Yeah
That's on everything, man
I just like to let it go where it's gon' go
Tryin' to tell you, man
We was drivin', yeah, we socializin'
We was, uh, yeah
It's Nas, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Turn it up let the radio blast
This a movie can't catch it on HBO Max
Couldn't play me even back when we was playin' tag
White snow cover the roof of the navy Jag
That's crucial
Loose screws in my mind 'cause I didn't have the tools to
Unlock my power, then influence you
To lock me down it'd take two of you
Must be delusional dawg, I'm livin' beautiful
(Three, two, one, let's go)
Count me in
Most non-sucker shit you could ever experience
Count me in
Sound of a .45 bussin' that's how I'm killin' shit
Count me in
Sit back and let 'em expose who they really is
Count me in
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
Ain't worried bout none of them
They bleed how I bleed
Suffering from the symptoms of King's Disease
Can't let the bright lights go to your head
I watched my day ones go to the feds
5th Ave they snatchin' bags with the double-C's
They itchin' to up the squeeze, shit is not a hunnid
'Til a nigga see a hunnid B's
Seen ego and greed take over and kill a hunnid kings
Daily a hunnid niggas come for me
I'm tryin' to calculate the shit they gotta count me in
Can't cure me with over-the-counter shit
Fireworks every time I turn an album in
When it ain't even July I got it hot again
Majority on a profit split
We winnin' winter to winter
Q-boro don't get hit up
Get through any situation my nigga chest out, chin up
(Three, two, one, let's go)
Count me in
Most non-sucker shit you could ever experience
Count me in
Sound of a .45 bussin' that's how I'm killin' shit
Count me in
Sit back and let 'em expose who they really is
Count me in
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
We livin' that life
No two lives are alike
It's gon' be that, and that's on that
Yeah
That's on everything, man
I just like to let it go where it's gon' go
Tryin' to tell you, man
We was drivin', yeah, we socializin'
We was, uh, yeah
It's Nas, yeah
Writer: Chauncey Hollis Jr., Nasir Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Composure
Ayo Hit I like this IE weather
Ay, look
Vote yes on Hit-Boy bitch I'm the city spokesman
They see we got this shit crackin' and now they spirit broken
I'm standin' on the green like the British Open
And stackin' ice on top of ice but I'm not building snowmen
Doctors couldn't even detect my disorders
One case, six figures on six different lawyers
I put my soul in every song with limited support
Focused on the output not the outcome big God is my source
Spirit of excellence in my genetics
Complexities come with my complexion
'Fore you shut me down let me reach my level first
Y'all be too proud to do the devil's work
All that actin' and fakin' I can't take part in it
I'm washin' my hands with the soap opera shit
Set the cameras to speed, co-directed KD
But we know the caged bird sings and screams when it's free
Every second I spit on this I got it back in blessings
You can't stop and run no errands on the way to legend
They shoulda told 'em I'm raising up on the totem
Yeah, boilin' over, pot full of yola
Mix it with the cola
Son of a block controlla
Can't let 'em f*ck me over
Gotta keep my composure look
Had yellow jaundice when I was born
Kept me in an incubator, ten days long
I made up songs, I was like humming tunes ten years later
Writin' in my room ten years after that on stage like it's too soon, but
For me see, my parents met inside a nightclub
Olu started to fight and then my moms broke it up
She said this boy he's in the Navy, settle down before ya'll need savin'
Pop went to war around the world, came home we celebrated
AWOL, fast forward to when I started to play ball
From a place where we hate law
See the Jakes and we take off
(Whoop whoop)
Hit the gate I get home and take my chain off
Thankful I got through the day and all the evil I prayed off
Everything is cause and effect
Make the wrong moves in this business you lose all your respect
My block is dark as it gets
We all make mistakes only a few will recover from 'em
Don't spend your whole life runnin' from 'em
Run up the numbers
Shoulda told em I'm raising up on the totem
Yeah, boilin' over, pot full of yola
Mix it up with the cola
Son of a queen and a soldier
Can't let em f*ck me over
Gotta keep my composure look
Keep your composure
On city blocks
And cell blocks
Keep your composure
Hold it down
Hold it tight
Hold it close
Hold space for yourself
It's the way of the ancestors
Our elders
Our artists
Our OGs
Our dreamers
Our builders
With each breath internalize their successes
Their struggles
Their sense of self
Their sense of overcoming
And take that power forward with you in life
Remind yourself of the magnitude of your good fortune
And the mere chance, one in billions, that you survived
That you will thrive
And even the strongest kings and queens being, yet remain unbroken
Keep your composure
And believe in the magic of who we are
'Cause what you believe is everything
And what someone believes about you, is nothing
Keep your composure
I am Shaka Senghor
Ay, look
Vote yes on Hit-Boy bitch I'm the city spokesman
They see we got this shit crackin' and now they spirit broken
I'm standin' on the green like the British Open
And stackin' ice on top of ice but I'm not building snowmen
Doctors couldn't even detect my disorders
One case, six figures on six different lawyers
I put my soul in every song with limited support
Focused on the output not the outcome big God is my source
Spirit of excellence in my genetics
Complexities come with my complexion
'Fore you shut me down let me reach my level first
Y'all be too proud to do the devil's work
All that actin' and fakin' I can't take part in it
I'm washin' my hands with the soap opera shit
Set the cameras to speed, co-directed KD
But we know the caged bird sings and screams when it's free
Every second I spit on this I got it back in blessings
You can't stop and run no errands on the way to legend
They shoulda told 'em I'm raising up on the totem
Yeah, boilin' over, pot full of yola
Mix it with the cola
Son of a block controlla
Can't let 'em f*ck me over
Gotta keep my composure look
Had yellow jaundice when I was born
Kept me in an incubator, ten days long
I made up songs, I was like humming tunes ten years later
Writin' in my room ten years after that on stage like it's too soon, but
For me see, my parents met inside a nightclub
Olu started to fight and then my moms broke it up
She said this boy he's in the Navy, settle down before ya'll need savin'
Pop went to war around the world, came home we celebrated
AWOL, fast forward to when I started to play ball
From a place where we hate law
See the Jakes and we take off
(Whoop whoop)
Hit the gate I get home and take my chain off
Thankful I got through the day and all the evil I prayed off
Everything is cause and effect
Make the wrong moves in this business you lose all your respect
My block is dark as it gets
We all make mistakes only a few will recover from 'em
Don't spend your whole life runnin' from 'em
Run up the numbers
Shoulda told em I'm raising up on the totem
Yeah, boilin' over, pot full of yola
Mix it up with the cola
Son of a queen and a soldier
Can't let em f*ck me over
Gotta keep my composure look
Keep your composure
On city blocks
And cell blocks
Keep your composure
Hold it down
Hold it tight
Hold it close
Hold space for yourself
It's the way of the ancestors
Our elders
Our artists
Our OGs
Our dreamers
Our builders
With each breath internalize their successes
Their struggles
Their sense of self
Their sense of overcoming
And take that power forward with you in life
Remind yourself of the magnitude of your good fortune
And the mere chance, one in billions, that you survived
That you will thrive
And even the strongest kings and queens being, yet remain unbroken
Keep your composure
And believe in the magic of who we are
'Cause what you believe is everything
And what someone believes about you, is nothing
Keep your composure
I am Shaka Senghor
Writer: Chauncey Hollis Jr., Earl Taylor, Nasir Jones, Roget Chahayed, Shaka Senghor
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
My Bible
Ay Hit, we gon' do some shit like this my nigga
Yeah though I walk through the valley of infidels, suckers
Who adhere to sucker religions
Life's a bible
We livin' in biblical times
Uh, first chapter
This chapter called "Men"
Given knowledge by the psychotic the block was college
We don't add it up then that shit'll leave us divided
It's sorta like Ten Commandments
I'm talkin' 'bout men and standards, I'm tryna reverse the damage
You boys obsessed with cameras, the debt we was handed
So many move like Judas look at the past, it's proven
It's my duty to speak truth to power
I be feelin' like it's my fault
Around your enemies, then they call you before you hear about it
Talk to you like it's still love, keepin' your vision clouded
Tryin' to get cool with guys 'cause you want 'em to choose sides
Campaignin' with the haters, dismissin' truth for lies
Definition of a man, don't full on understand
For your soul, the exec' let you hold an advance
Don't be discouraged, just go with the plan
Gotta have faith in God's grace over the land
And I pray for the day when they lay down
And caged make their way up out that maze
Get their mind up out a daze
Too many mamas layin' flowers at they graves
Don't rap about death, it's power in what you say
Second chapter, and you get what you give
It's power in how you live, I sit and talk with the kids
And tell 'em just how it is, go straight to avoid the bids
Livin' fast can wait, stay down and work on your grades
Speak gospel for the next generation
You can have it all, just don't side with Satan
I seen that take down most of the greatest
Hotel suites, Hollywood stars hangin'
The other side of what you think is fly
Your jewelry could be cursed and so can your ride
Let that soak in your mind, Suburbans and Beamers
Shot up with Ninas, how to stop a young genius
Spiritual like a deep cut from Shirley Caesar
I wonder if it's Jesus when a baby reach up
Sharpenin' up myself 'cause I know they need us
My African skin gave me the passion to win (ooh, ooh)
Prayin' this doesn't come to a tragic end (and I pray)
Third chapter
This chapter called "Women", y'all been the rib since the beginnin'
A woman's intuition, is what a man is missin'
To understand your wisdom is something I had to learn
Somehow you the most unprotected on planet Earth
Your smile lift me up and your eyes kiss my soul
Your sweetness is honeycomb, such a lovely tone
You hold the power to make a house a home
Because of you, I wanna right my wrongs (love)
Kiss your mother 'cause we only get one (one)
A grandmother's words to her grandson
Beautiful minds develop in time (yeah)
Checks every month 'cause you held me for nine
They might see an image of a woman who's flawed
But I see a woman in the image of God
Highest regards, I light a cigar
To man, woman and children, my Bible is ours (yeah)
Open it up, listen to it in anytime
That Revelations' vibe, get you through it
Ain't none of us perfect, I damn sure ain't
Prayin' this doesn't come to a tragic end
We just gon' hope for the best and do our best
And be our best, no less, yeah
Yo, I woke up this morning
Had to pray to God and thank Him 'cause I made it this far
I kept it me, I'ma stay me no matter what
No matter who change up
I'ma try to get 'em to see the right path
'Cause I think I'm on the right path
Yeah though I walk through the valley of infidels, suckers
Who adhere to sucker religions
Life's a bible
We livin' in biblical times
Uh, first chapter
This chapter called "Men"
Given knowledge by the psychotic the block was college
We don't add it up then that shit'll leave us divided
It's sorta like Ten Commandments
I'm talkin' 'bout men and standards, I'm tryna reverse the damage
You boys obsessed with cameras, the debt we was handed
So many move like Judas look at the past, it's proven
It's my duty to speak truth to power
I be feelin' like it's my fault
Around your enemies, then they call you before you hear about it
Talk to you like it's still love, keepin' your vision clouded
Tryin' to get cool with guys 'cause you want 'em to choose sides
Campaignin' with the haters, dismissin' truth for lies
Definition of a man, don't full on understand
For your soul, the exec' let you hold an advance
Don't be discouraged, just go with the plan
Gotta have faith in God's grace over the land
And I pray for the day when they lay down
And caged make their way up out that maze
Get their mind up out a daze
Too many mamas layin' flowers at they graves
Don't rap about death, it's power in what you say
Second chapter, and you get what you give
It's power in how you live, I sit and talk with the kids
And tell 'em just how it is, go straight to avoid the bids
Livin' fast can wait, stay down and work on your grades
Speak gospel for the next generation
You can have it all, just don't side with Satan
I seen that take down most of the greatest
Hotel suites, Hollywood stars hangin'
The other side of what you think is fly
Your jewelry could be cursed and so can your ride
Let that soak in your mind, Suburbans and Beamers
Shot up with Ninas, how to stop a young genius
Spiritual like a deep cut from Shirley Caesar
I wonder if it's Jesus when a baby reach up
Sharpenin' up myself 'cause I know they need us
My African skin gave me the passion to win (ooh, ooh)
Prayin' this doesn't come to a tragic end (and I pray)
Third chapter
This chapter called "Women", y'all been the rib since the beginnin'
A woman's intuition, is what a man is missin'
To understand your wisdom is something I had to learn
Somehow you the most unprotected on planet Earth
Your smile lift me up and your eyes kiss my soul
Your sweetness is honeycomb, such a lovely tone
You hold the power to make a house a home
Because of you, I wanna right my wrongs (love)
Kiss your mother 'cause we only get one (one)
A grandmother's words to her grandson
Beautiful minds develop in time (yeah)
Checks every month 'cause you held me for nine
They might see an image of a woman who's flawed
But I see a woman in the image of God
Highest regards, I light a cigar
To man, woman and children, my Bible is ours (yeah)
Open it up, listen to it in anytime
That Revelations' vibe, get you through it
Ain't none of us perfect, I damn sure ain't
Prayin' this doesn't come to a tragic end
We just gon' hope for the best and do our best
And be our best, no less, yeah
Yo, I woke up this morning
Had to pray to God and thank Him 'cause I made it this far
I kept it me, I'ma stay me no matter what
No matter who change up
I'ma try to get 'em to see the right path
'Cause I think I'm on the right path
Writer: Chauncey Hollis Jr., Nasir Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Nas Is Good
Escobar season begins
Touch up the game like a photo edit
Camera roll like Oscar Michaeux, they gotta roll the credits
Like Rome came into Kemet and they stole the essence
Before they watered it down and taught us bogus lessons
Written in stone, write whatever in your history books
Me and ancient Egyptian skin tone had similar looks
On my trip out to Cairo I found home on arrival
I swam in the Red Sea took a boat on the Nile
It's in my blood to drive these cars and live this large
Escobar Cigars, avoidin' the prison bars, Nas
I deserve the threads in my closet, big boy deposits
Nike shares and stock tips
Catching up with those who had a head start
Used to get eviction notices that had a red mark
The lights was out, that's why we sip dark
Actin' a fool at the pool in Queensbridge Park
Niggas would not survive in my hood
Pull up with all of my jewels on and Nas is good
Nas is good
My nigga, Nas is good
Ha, I love my hood so much I go out in a blazing shootout
You say I can't come out there
I'll throw it all away, f*ck it
Big shout out to DU
Forever
His brother Herb
RIP
Now y'all woke, I'm laughin' at niggas
Y'all used to say Nas talkin' that anti-establishment business
Look at my settlement cases, gave they asses some stitches
Used to put bottles to faces, all we ask is forgiveness
My past story full of sins, somehow, I gotta cleanse
Back in 2010 Department of Justice wrote me lookin' for one of my friends
I didn't know where he was at
Didn't even have a hint
And even if I did, a nigga'll never snitch
Cheat code, I walked into my greatness
Freak hoes throw their pussy a party, ok then
Raised by a Queen that's the only reason I made it
King's Disease, the recurrence, that shit reinstated
Death to the pessimistic mind state
Lack of hope, low spirit motherf*ckas
Life to Kings, gettin' a King's ransom, livin' handsome
Yo Hit, we did it
King's Disease 2
Touch up the game like a photo edit
Camera roll like Oscar Michaeux, they gotta roll the credits
Like Rome came into Kemet and they stole the essence
Before they watered it down and taught us bogus lessons
Written in stone, write whatever in your history books
Me and ancient Egyptian skin tone had similar looks
On my trip out to Cairo I found home on arrival
I swam in the Red Sea took a boat on the Nile
It's in my blood to drive these cars and live this large
Escobar Cigars, avoidin' the prison bars, Nas
I deserve the threads in my closet, big boy deposits
Nike shares and stock tips
Catching up with those who had a head start
Used to get eviction notices that had a red mark
The lights was out, that's why we sip dark
Actin' a fool at the pool in Queensbridge Park
Niggas would not survive in my hood
Pull up with all of my jewels on and Nas is good
Nas is good
My nigga, Nas is good
Ha, I love my hood so much I go out in a blazing shootout
You say I can't come out there
I'll throw it all away, f*ck it
Big shout out to DU
Forever
His brother Herb
RIP
Now y'all woke, I'm laughin' at niggas
Y'all used to say Nas talkin' that anti-establishment business
Look at my settlement cases, gave they asses some stitches
Used to put bottles to faces, all we ask is forgiveness
My past story full of sins, somehow, I gotta cleanse
Back in 2010 Department of Justice wrote me lookin' for one of my friends
I didn't know where he was at
Didn't even have a hint
And even if I did, a nigga'll never snitch
Cheat code, I walked into my greatness
Freak hoes throw their pussy a party, ok then
Raised by a Queen that's the only reason I made it
King's Disease, the recurrence, that shit reinstated
Death to the pessimistic mind state
Lack of hope, low spirit motherf*ckas
Life to Kings, gettin' a King's ransom, livin' handsome
Yo Hit, we did it
King's Disease 2
Writer: Chauncey Hollis Jr., Nasir Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
King's Disease II is the thirteenth studio album by American rapper Nas. It was released on August 6, 2021, through Mass Appeal Records and marketed by The Orchard. Serving as a sequel to his 2020 album King's Disease, it features guest appearances from Eminem, EPMD, A Boogie wit da Hoodie, YG, Lauryn Hill, Charlie Wilson, Blxst, JaboodyDubs and Hit-Boy. As with the previous record, it was executive produced by Nas and Hit-Boy.
The album received widespread acclaim from critics, who praised its storytelling and cohesive production, and commended featured verses from Lauryn Hill on "Nobody" and Eminem on "EPMD 2". At the 64th Annual Grammy Awards, the album was nominated in the Best Rap Album category.
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NasThe album received widespread acclaim from critics, who praised its storytelling and cohesive production, and commended featured verses from Lauryn Hill on "Nobody" and Eminem on "EPMD 2". At the 64th Annual Grammy Awards, the album was nominated in the Best Rap Album category.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Hit-Boy, B. Carr, Brian Alexander Morgan, Corbett, Eminem, Ezreaux, Jansport J, Rogét
Length: 51:25
Released: August 6th, 2021
Year: 2021