HNIC973
R.I.P Bandana P
Imagine creating a classic from leaks &throways
. That is GOAT shyt
. That is GOAT shyt
. That is GOAT shyt
Was just listening to Purple. You truly have to be a god to listen to that and say...nah I can do better.Imagine creating a classic from leaks &throways. That is GOAT shyt
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This was his last great album![]()

Y'all just wanna deal with dramaWas just listening to Purple. You truly have to be a god to listen to that and say...nah I can do better.
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the crazy thing Illmatic & LT have 1 feature between bothIllmatic, It Was Written, Lost Tapes.
All three dolo would make a rapper applicable for GOATness, imagine one person being responsible for all three of these![]()
(unless you count PR& Tip doing hooks).Kill yourself

2020 or 2002? Either way real shyt was going on. Lol. 2002 we was still dealing with 9/11 aftermath. 2020 the pandemic.this album did something to me in 2020… pause…![]()
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CRAZZZY TIMES
I remember that kid who does the reactions King GVAP. When he listened to this song he officially crowned Nas the GOAT. And this was after like 2 years of reactions to everybody shyt.Y'all just wanna deal with drama
Talk about nikkas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama
Everything you into is underworld related
You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred
You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers
To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder
Think of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you
Everybody's under six feet of ground but you
Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real
You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill
You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready
Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly
The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day
A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away
That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes
Whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face?
Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God
Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars
Instead, they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror
Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya
Weed smoke three tokes nikka pour more Henny
He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many
Cold-blooded murderers, universal
Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple
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