You Wouldn't Understand
(专辑: Life Is Good - 2012)
Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn Let's make a
bet, I
know the
reason you ain't make it yet Your stage was set, but you ain't see the
tedious ingredients That go inside of a
rider, you hiding from problems and You never knew how to make dollars You couldn't make orders at a
drive-through McDonald's I
was fly at the
Apollo with Black Jason, '89 with a
bottle Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty, no tint Rollie on wrist, gleaming, he rock the
baldy Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis and Halsey Cop chocolate Thai, Vernon style and burn it down My nigga Hype in the
federal joint, verdict out Twenty years getting money in the
Dirty South That's alleged, you see my nigga's a
stand up dude So I'm yelling, "Free my nigga!" My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too For what his hands usually call for, but he ain't do it Who you are ain't in the
recipe of what I
am 'Cause where I'm from Man, what I
see, you wouldn't understand Where I
been and what I
do No matter how you try you never can 'Cause where I'm from And what I
see, you wouldn't understand Where I
been, where I
been You ever been on the
other end of a
robber's revolver? Not me, call me Lucky Nas Castellana Or been shot in the
medulla oblongata And survived and praise God with a
bullet I
never collided Some did and they lived, I
salute the
gods Moët spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for y'all N.Y. nigga, Adidas, jogging suit Shell toes, slim, fly nigga Hudson River, rent a
boat, T-shirt with a
dinner coat A
vintage Fila like I'm the
ghost of Domencio On any day getting throat in a
tinted vehicle Like a
old BK gangsta, but I'm the
CEO Of Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends Dedication, hard work, routine builds character In a
world full of snakes, rats and scavengers Never make choices out of desperation, I
think through it Break through walls like Pink Floyd And drink fluids, of all kind of alcohol, y'all Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes Who you are ain't in the
recipe of what I
am 'Cause where I'm from Man, what I
see, you wouldn't understand Where I
been and what I
do No matter how you try you never can 'Cause where I'm from And what I
see, you wouldn't understand Where I
been, where I
been Now holla at a
millionaire Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear Who to screw, what to drive 550 with the
cream guts inside Or the
Super Sport Range truck is fly Diamond ring on my knuckles, like fire, bitch Gats on us, I
don't really trust these guys Spend a
couple bucks a
night on bottles on cuties If she beautiful, the
lustful type, I'll hit it and bust inside Fuck it, I'ma die one day They gon' probably make that day a
holiday Until then, let's go on a
shopping spree Speaking for my real niggas Only OGs, certified who kill niggas When put in that seat, but tonight we on chill, nigga Chill mode, spill more Spades Listen to Yeezy and Hov, some Rozay It's like we always on the
grind with no brakes So tonight we gon' act like we on vacation with this on rotation Who you are ain't in the
recipe of what I
am (word) 'Cause where I'm from (yeah) Man, what I
see you wouldn't understand Where I
been and what I
do (Y'all wouldn't understand, huh) No matter how you try you never can (You wouldn't last a
day in my shoes, homie) 'Cause where I'm from (yeah) And what I
see, you wouldn't understand Where I
been, where I
been True B
nigga, yeah, uh For my hood niggas, yeah, yeah To my man Eric B, what up, yeah The
whole city, I
see you To my man Big Slate in the
Fed joint My man Spunk, free my niggas All my niggas, yeah Club Vernon, I
see you, I
see you, yeah And Baltum, I
see you