The Art of It
(专辑: The Lost Tapes II - 2019)
Fire spitter, I
ain't never met a
higher nigga Me extinguished is like Queensbridge fiendless Mansion, marble foyer I
can afford a
closet in alphabet order A
life, Adidas under A, the B
for beater, Bottega British Knights sneaker, my C
so ill That, man, I
get chills when I
look at my Christian Diors, they kill D
is for Dries Van Noten Young niggas try to keep up with what I'm doing D
cups, tequila and blunts Weed, women, and liquor Depending on the
day is a
different mission They not knowing, they wanna know what he got on The
QB Don went and got his Pete Rock on Nas keep a
fine bitch to roll his weed up for him My niggas in Mount Vernon keep it G'd up for him Speaking of G, the
gat I'm good with it, hit your hood with it .44s never could miss him, coming to see us Glad to see you made it home to the
hood, nigga We blowing trees, tell me, don't it feel good, nigga? Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it? La-la-la Put that good shit in the
air (Yeah) La-la-la Niggas in the
hood don't live forever (My G
niggas) As long as we together (My QB niggas) We gon' put that good shit in the
air (Yeah) La-la-la Another bullet manufactured, another man in his casket Fuck maintaining, that's lame language Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, I
duck quick Seen fire flashes, the
type of fire that spit out a
magnum And I'm the
type who runs to the
drama looking for who clapping Nike boot, what I
eat him, he like food Pulled out the
barrel Four-fifths rip through bone marrow Make his toes spiral the
dirt While his feet kick up rock, he's a
sprinter Police agenda, lock up niggas for three winters When I
attack I'm faceless like a
iron mask They get away quick, traceless, lying back, liars pass I
breathe deep like Lamaze class Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last Stretched out or in a
body bag, I
ain't that Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it? La-la-la Put that good shit in the
air (Yeah) La-la-la Niggas in the
hood don't live forever (My G
niggas) As long as we together (My QB niggas) We gon' put that good shit in the
air (Yeah) La-la-la Look, I
don't have that much time, candidly, I'm in divorce Rumors, DUIs, in and out of court Different judges, assault charges hovers on your boy Other niggas' wives lust to be under covers with your boy Y'all don't want an angry Nas on your label Y'all got plenty checks, CEO, man I'm only 36 but if it's— point five on the
table I
say with all respect my dude Thank you, we had the
best times but I'm about respect, I'm about the
talent I
possess Never know, there could just be a
time when I'm behind your desk then let you go Could you imagine Nas the
exec? The
artist on the
masters controlling your release Probably they wanna wait 'til I'm deceased to honor me So my product'll be a
big commodity Not bothered if my son and daughter eat off of me Cautiously I
write this next line honestly 'cause I'm a
G, there's no beef I
used to open off making fifty Gs But now I
spend that on a
diamond to make her neck freeze My larynx'll serenade the
hood I
tell the
cops my blood dirty, they say I'm all good TMZ, they hoping when the
marriage end I'ma turn to Larry Flynt Nas is not the
average gent, I'm on my classy shit Here's one small percent of what y'all in store to get More real nigga shit Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it? La-la-la Put that good shit in the
air (Yeah) La-la-la Niggas in the
hood don't live forever (My G
niggas) As long as we together (My QB niggas) We gon' put that good shit in the
air (Yeah) La-la-la