Too many changes, you changed from your Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper The markets see you as a old-ass The McCartneys live past the Lennons, but Lennon's the Stay on path, stay on your craft They just want you to switch your lanes up so they can 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 I seen the greats do it with a great queen What these kings have in They had women who solid Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who ready They envy the unhappiness of the They don't have a fulfilled life yet, so searchin' for ways To feel what Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was A Vandross, here's the cure, the
A thousand milligrams, sure you don't overdose Turned to a businessman, to serve 'em in the cold gang, don't get exposed, stories get told You the game, it ain't a glorious road Rest in Kobe and Nip, that's off the rip King shit, if it ain't about fam, it don't mean The cure, love all the rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in with Lord
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Cuban link QB chain in the MOMA So boomerang, you salute my summers Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go the moment Pac's on the chain, got his medallion, I imitation 'cause I copied his stomach Kings honor kings, from my pops to my son's shit tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw fish Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the twist I'm studied like a by many give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley White chick like Liz might get the Bentayga On my James behavior Life is school for the soul and I'm in life already Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible Everything from sexy to deadly, I done been through that Still goin' deeper I grew a new inch on my dick We looked at as a way of resolving our problems My moms cooked food, but some of my was starving And they was down to do, I was with 'em regardless out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest The scissor was sharper, my was on it No fortune teller, going off regular signs Niggas often ya they moves a word, just reading they mind Wasn't no nine executive born in ghetto hell Where yell especially over necklaces Life is karma Whatever you dish out come back as or to haunt ya miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your dishonor That's generational curses, they said want the old Nas back the Clue tapes for old verses Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas will 'em up Like they wasn't live enough, many lives I've Can I get a Can I get a I need a witness, three at night on some Bridge shit shorts and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge shit Party with gangsters, gettin' on some Bridge shit (Yeah) MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge shit
Like Jabari, I'm on some Bridge Shooter on Kings live We go a lot And nobody hear about what we go through And that's too Every man go through the same Mondays and sun, moon, and stars It's just how you stand a man