Apr 7, 2017 Lawddddd A project minded individual, criminal tactics Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional, they describe us They liars, at the end of the day, we're f---in' survivors I remember watchin' Scarface the first time Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime How could I sell this poison to my peoples, in my mind? They dumb and destroy themselves is how I rationalize In the bastardized nation, Magnum .45 carryin' Where I'm from ain't far from Washington Heights to cop Aryan A rookie boy, the cookie didn't make no profit A stranger to the block, I d--- near had to make them cop it It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage I brought it back to papi, ain't tryna take no losses He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face, then pauses He gives me powder, he has faith in Nas' ambitions to distribute coke Had addictions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes, but I'm again broke This s--- ain't cut for me, other dealers, they up their orders Barely at 62s, they already up to quarters They out there every day, some true hustlers for you I'm at it half way, none of my customers are loyal Picturin' pipin' out the seats of a Pathfinder Powerful pursuit for p----, cash, to flash diamonds My junior high school class, wish I stayed there Illegal entrepreneur, I got my grades there Blamin' society, mad, it wasn't made fair I would be Ivy League if America played fair Poor excuse, and so I was Throwin' rocks at the pen, just for the love Before the evil, the secret life of G's You seein' me blurry, triple beam dreams
Apr 9, 2017 Great throwback. I hate Rick Ross but I used to f--- with this song heavy. Nas got voted 2nd best guest verse of 2012 by Complex for it. Reminded me to go check out his guest verse on Tha Carter 4 Outro.
