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
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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