Lyrics:
[Nas]
Dear people of the globe
I hoped you in good health
By the time my voice hit you
I hope in all wells wit you
My mission is to bail wit you
Touch
touched the white
Need my whip customized
Shawty come in clutch at night
Aye, clutch like Kyrie with the three
The three, the three
With them lips by Kylie
black book my name is crossed out Went from starting second string, now you in the dog house Reminiscin', a part of you was missing
Instead
the syringe still stuck in her arm
Dying a slow death, oh, she losing her dear mind
From the troubles of the world, feeling cursed by mankind
Uh, caught up
I can't fall in this rap game, I got acrophobia
Plus half these rappers out here are fuckin dead like necrophilia
You know the thing, chocolate like
the debt
It's true that the time flies by
I'm Just sitting here
Looking at it fly by
Black hoodies strolling down the street
Looking for a dollar
Never
I've been born again
I'm a brand new man (kind of brand new)
I've been born again
Saturday night in the city
Parties on every block
It's
Yeah, it's crazy what can happen once you put your mind to it
Ain't nobody out here doing this like I do it
Travelling the world, doing shows in
is filling me
Im bopping around the party slithering just like a centipede
Set the scene 32 degrees in the summer heat dropping sheets
Take me
take you inside of the mind of what the ‘Quest does
I sleep at night with disappointments and bedbugs
Roof’s caving in faster than all my dreams
flexin
Come in my room and you know daddy class is in session
She throwing I'm catching
That ass is a blessing
She taught me a lesson
Her pussy the wettest
in the party
My team like a SWAT team we break in the industry get it we want it
Friends of me envy me turn into enemies
Plot and they scheme and they
to explore in these sessions
And maybe on your own time
Yeah man I be all over the place
That's another one of the many reasons why I'm here for real
had in the past
Doesn't like Blacks
Claims he's upper class
Joined the police, got himself a badge
Now he rolls the streets
and he's cut to jack
Doggin'
get caught up in my wave
Hey eh
Yep
Awww
No I'm not the only one
But I am the chosen one
Black james Bond guaranteed
I keep the golden gun
Whoa I am
Come get caught up in my wave
Hey eh
Yep
Awww
No I'm not the only one
But I am the chosen one
Black james Bond guaranteed
I keep the golden gun
Whoa I am
a stoner when I bought OZs instead of grams
Pulling up to studio sessions in a minivan
I been having more success than Mississippi fans
Could probably sell
They used to call me weird
But now I'm getting cheered
On by the same people who I
Thought I feared I guess
Fucked up in a hellcat cause you know I'm
We heard you gonna throw a party in your big old house
Took a cold shower, ready to go out
Three more hours, then we found out
You dumb-ass don't
to the cross
Betrayed by the ones I loved and loss
But I just take it as a lesson
Miracle in disguise, it's a blessing
I understood so I'm asking no questions
So
for mine in due time
Ain't even know that I was dumb deaf and blind
And that even in the shadows I would still shine with womb and mind
Just a black
Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle
Why God, why God do I gotta bleed?
Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet
Why God, why God do I
Pain in my heart carry burdens full of struggle
Why God, why God do I gotta bleed?
Every stone thrown at you restin' at my feet
Why God, why God do I
Puff puff, pass, she wan smoke with a bad man
Up in the party tell your girlfriends to come by
After the party we can go chill for my side
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