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Nas

The Tide

 

The Tide


Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby
Tsunami
Surf, yeah, gang

I caught the bus in the cold, 'fore I ever touched the icy watch
Stood on my square, now these niggas want me stuck in a box
Checking the rear-view in the Urus, had to circle the block
'Cause when you make it from the bottom, they gon' come for your top
Yeah, when you doing you, they don't like that shit
I hold it down for the clique, with the types of grit
G-Malone CD playing, white lightning sticks
While I twist another rapper and I fire that shit, for real
This make me wanna get some game from OGs, you don't know me
They sleeping on me, that's the main reason, I don't sleep
The times that we living in, it could get frightening
Imagine seeing Tupac body on IG
How they did PnB, how they did Takeoff
They'll take a hundred years to prove to niggas they ain't soft
Big Hit', sitting in a hole as I write this
Holding your wrist-high, these days is a high risk
So the only thing I trust is my instincts
I'm squinting through the peep hole, nigga, I've been peeped
All I gotta do is keep moving intently
And if I go today, I'll live through C3 and this beat
And if I go today, I'll live through C3 and this beat
And if I go today

Vocal chords got insurance, not Superman or Invincible
Family we ain't see in decades, say he don't give to you
Good ol' boy system, it's still shitting, per usual
Broadway lights, Nas is ghetto-like, that's the musical
Another statement from the kid who made the fade famous
From the Bridge, swirl, sniff, sip reds Bailey, Caymus
Her BFF's so beautiful, told her "I need the two of you"
We only getting older, one day this shit'll be over
Four seasons in Costa Rica, she pretty as Mona Lisa
Yelling at me on the yacht, fucking my inner peace up
Quickly forget a diva, and you don't forget either
They bite the hand that feed 'em, your man is low-key competing
Be somebody you helped, that got beside theyself
Moving like it's bodies under they belt
Putting problems on you, they couldn't juggle theyself
That's how y'all give it up?
Do anything to feel a rush, well, go 'head then live it up
That's why the only thing I trust is my instinct
You squinting where you see me, I'm so bright and I've been peeped
All I gotta do is keep moving immensely
If I go today, I'll live through Knight and Destiny
Sink or swim, nigga
Surf or drown

I stand above the surface, another purchase
I know my purpose, hopping out in retro Jordan 1's
Six-figure whips, my nigga, we all in one
I count up a milli', don't care if it's all in ones

I take it all in hundreds, anything less, that ain't gon' cut it (Cut It)
Took over the game, I'm having my way with it
Fuck is they sayin'? This shit is outrageous
It's niggas, don't even get fly as my baby is
This shit is easy, I go the craziest (Crazy), craziest
I go insane, that should be my alias
I can't explain it, sit back in amazement (Amazement)
We really made it, tapping my cleats, I'm riding the basis
Stuck to the basics, baby, two-faced it
Hitters weren't loyal to some of these dudes
I used to tapes with, they gotta face it
Where do I start? They gotta set me apart
Y'all make music, I make art, it's straight from the heart
It's straight from the soul, I'm making it known, they getting exposed
I live by the cold, they subject to fold, I get to the o's, o's, o's, o's
Surf or drown

I stand above the surface, another purchase
I know my purpose, hopping out in retro Jordan 1's
Six-figure whips, my nigga, we all in one
I count up a milli', don't care if it's all in ones

done

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