[Intro: Nas] I want y'all to see this like film C-Sick on production, Nas on the vocal.. let's go [Verse 1: Nas] Lots of fog at night, red brake lights The freeway beside a restaurant Cold egg whites sat on my plate like 3 AM, this is a spot frequented by some made men I'm high on hemp A fly old pimp just walked in, his suit was shark skin He woke me up from some of the thoughts I'm lost in What fame does to niggas, change love to bitterness Friends to fiends for the audience screams, ridiculous Jumped up, paid my tab, got in my Benz and went To my old housing tenement, visit my old friends Some show love and some are envious Some got the heart of gold, some venomous At times I wanna go back to being penniless Ignorance is bliss, I love being innocent Ugh, but life's got me on the fence again And all is real so all's worth mentioning [Hook: Ultra Naté (sampled)] If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with Memories real, still ill, now I appear crisp like film [Verse 2: Nas] Ice on gold from mossbergs to golf clubs Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I chose Bandanna over the eye, Dior sandals Car doors rise with no touch of the handles Capiche? Caprese salad's on beaches and islands Far from police sirens at least for a weekend Then it's back to the streets creepin I'd like to make a free toast of champagne on behald of this nigga speaking Add a splash to the Seagrams Roll the hash for my world renowned goons this evening As I circle the table like Babe Ruth Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake dude Bat to the brain with brute force Splatter my cream velour suit They hit me with lawsuit I slip in your whore coupe Your bitch hate you, word to Jesus Bet you never knew she toot yay and play with a gay crew OGs hate to make way for the new Young niggas want Polo ain't fucking with J Crew It's safe to say I was once young and innocent But look what I know now, is all worth mentioning [Hook] [Verse 3: Nas] I speak to the street life The executive chief types The felons, young mothers with kids they trying to feed right The botega wearers modern day Che Guevaras Cuz I barely survived crazy eras Honest, always make good on my promise I don't talk it I do it you can hold me to it I was born to this life I didn't invent it But I'd be wrong not to take a few meal tickets You and I are real different, we don't share the same beliefs Fight in the ring or buy ringside seats Either you like beef, or you like to spectate Give me gloves, and I'mma do it how the refs say We touch em and we come out tussling The ghetto is my garden of eden So I keep bobbing and weaving It's intense so I'm hardly breathing KO, and the winner is Nas, that's how the scene ends [Hook]
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