Too many changes, you changed from your Become a byproduct of yourself all for the regardless The see you as a old-ass artist The live past the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest Stay on your path, on your craft They just you to switch your lanes up so they can hate on your ass What's in a name? in a name? Suffering and pain Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king's I came in this thinkin' you was gon' be great thing 'Cause I seen the greats do it a great queen What these kings have in They had women who solid Malcolm Betty, I met some queens who wasn't ready They envy the of the greats They don't have a life yet, so they searchin' for ways To feel Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was dealt A Vandross, here's the cure, the
A thousand milligrams, make sure you don't Turned to a businessman, used to 'em in the cold Cold gang, don't get exposed, get told You the game, it ain't a glorious road Rest in peace and Nip, that's off the rip King shit, if it ain't about fam, it mean shit The cure, all the allure Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, in with Lord
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Cuban QB chain belong in the MOMA So boomerang, you my twenty-seven summers Rolls-Royce just 'cause it go with the moment on the chain, got his medallion, I won't Insinuate imitation 'cause I his stomach Kings kings, straight from my pops to my son's shit Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels raw fish Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork I'm studied a book by many They me looks of envy, I took the Bentley White chick like Liz Taylor get the Bentayga On my Rick behavior Life is for the soul and I'm in life seven already simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit Everything sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit Still goin' like I grew a new inch on my dick We at robbin' as a way of resolving our problems My moms cooked food, but some of my niggas was And whatever they was down to do, I was 'em regardless out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest The was sharper, my predictions was on it No fortune teller, going off regular signs Niggas often ya they moves Without a word, just they mind needin' no nine Corner born in ghetto hell Where metal yell over necklaces Life lessons is Whatever you dish out come as blessings or to haunt ya Could your kids and hit your grandkids for your dishonor That's generational curses, they said they the old Nas back the Clue tapes for old verses Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas rise 'em up Like they wasn't live enough, many I've touched Can I get a Can I get a I a witness, drinkin' three at night on some Bridge shit Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on some shit Party with gangsters, gettin' right on some shit (Yeah) Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge
Like Jabari, I'm on Bridge shit live on Kings live We go a lot And nobody wanna hear about we go through And cool too Every man go through the same Mondays and sun, moon, and stars It's just how you stand a man