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Too many changes, you from your greatness
Become a byproduct of yourself all for the regardless
The markets see you as a old-ass
The McCartneys live the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest
Stay on your path, stay on craft
They just want you to switch your lanes up so can hate on your ass
What's in a What's in a name? Suffering and pain
Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king's
I came in this you was gon' be this great thing
'Cause I seen the do it with a great queen
What these kings have in common? had women who solid
Malcolm needed Betty, I met some who wasn't ready
envy the unhappiness of the greats
They don't have a fulfilled life yet, so they for ways
To feel what Sam felt, play the hand was dealt
A Vandross, here's the cure, the

A thousand milligrams, make sure you don't
Turned to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the
gang, don't get exposed, stories get told
You glamorize the game, it ain't a road
Rest in peace Kobe and Nip, off the rip
King shit, if it ain't about fam, it mean shit
The cure, all the allure
rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in with Lord

Roll the

Cuban QB chain belong in the MOMA
So boomerang, you salute my summers
Rolls-Royce Brigade 'cause it go with the moment
on the chain, got his medallion, I won't
Insinuate imitation 'cause I copied his
Kings honor kings, straight from my pops to my son's
Steak tartare bloody, levels from raw fish
for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist
I'm like a book by many
They give me of envy, I took the Bentley
chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
On my Rick behavior
Life is school for the soul and I'm in life already
simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit
Everything from sexy to deadly, I been through that shit
Still goin' deeper I grew a new inch on my dick
We looked at robbin' as a way of resolving our
My moms food, but some of my niggas was starving
And whatever was down to do, I was with 'em regardless
Turns out I was hungry and was the hardest
The was sharper, my predictions was on it
No fortune teller, just off regular signs
often tell ya they moves
Without a word, reading they mind
Wasn't needin' no
Corner executive born in hell
Where metal yell especially necklaces
lessons is karma
Whatever you dish out come back as or to haunt ya
Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for dishonor
That's generational curses, they said they want the old Nas
Play the Clue for old verses
Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas rise 'em up
Like they wasn't live enough, many lives touched
Can I get a
Can I get a
I need a witness, drinkin' at night on some Bridge shit
shorts and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge shit
Party with gangsters, gettin' on some Bridge shit (Yeah)
Like MC and Marley, I be on some Bridge shit

Like Jabari, I'm on some shit
live on
Kings live

We go a lot
And nobody wanna about what we go through
And that's too
Every man go through the same and Fridays
Same sun, moon, and
It's how you stand like a man