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It's my favorite beat
This one of my favorite Nas songs ever

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This bring me back to when I first started spitting
When I was 15 thinking a life that I was
That was before I had it when I didn't
Before I a mixtape and all of my shit was written
It was written in that I was the one to be home
To come back, claim the throne, now these is gone
mind blown whenever I step up on on it with the shotgun
They be thinking about ''what the fuck Vic gone drop,
And next I'm in Texas Texas tea
I washed my in the sink
You ain't got the to Memphis blink
your eyes before you try and disguise
They tried to play me, most of this rap is lies
I see 'em Shady, but now I'm on 45
I mean, they try to understand how the kick it live
That's off the top of them, most of be hypotheses
They try and come through, but they ain't stopping 'em, I'm 'em
Rocking them like granite, understand it
Keep the mic like Janet I'm spinning like a planet
They be planning their freestyles, my shit is
I backhand it, you get smacked for to act rude
Yeah, something that

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What's next is the
If you worry about me you need to go and your ex
Hop on the line, I got niggas Drake-ing
Most of phonies, they be faking
The time I'm taking on my shit is not
That's why every I do a fucking interview
I'm like ask me something new, this shit is boring''
Money I'm still storing, hoes they still
nothing changed except the number after the dot
Ain't got no range, but I bet I got my work on the
My bitches tried to off flip switches
Like a '64 I can take it to Death Row
They try and play me like a fake, but that shit ain't
I'm from Chicago where put the stony mill to your homie grill
I think said that before
But I ain't worried cause I'm still up for that hit when I
Most of them they don't even know how to go with
That's why I put them on the table, dust them under the dable them
I meant to say other shit, but my brother it
Shout out to Joey Purp, you know that my brother, Vic
I'll always come through on some shit
And then Statik be like ''what's the next shit?
So I another one off of my checklist
And then I to the exit
I a diamond across the necklace
So next time I through New York City I'mma be straight flexin'
out my wallet, pockets ain't lookin' skinny
Like you smacked
What was that he was in it?
It was uh, was
When Skinny threw his motherfucking tape in the tub
On some bullshit, you know give me love
But I keep a full of money
Blunt of drugs, I don't even do the raps though
I'm the asshole, when it comes to it I be about cash
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