Success, McLaren,
women starin'
My
villain appearance
Sacred blood of a king
In my vein ain't spillin'
Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill,
Romero
Camaro driven
I climax from
paper then ask why is life worth livin'
Is it the hunt for the shyt that you want
To receive is
great but I lust giving
The best jewelers want to make my things
I make
Jacob shyt on Lorraine, just to
make me a chain
nikkas mention of
one love, came home to paper in hand
Ain't got to brag about the feds
young man
Old
cribs I sold, y'all
drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas,
I got flats in other continents
Worst enemies want to
be my best friends
Best friends want to be
enemies, like that's what's in
But I don't
give a fukk, walk inside the lion's den
Take everybody's c
hips, about to cash them in
Up your catalogue dog, mines worth too much
Like Mike Jack's ATV Pub, Mottola can't touch
Let this bytch breathe!
nas rhyme schemes was ridiculous.