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Chain gleaming
Switching lanes Two seating Hate him or love him For the same reason wish Can't leave it The games needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's Son we trust Cause they know I'm gonna give em what they want They looking for a hero I guess that makes me a hero Another chapter of the cleanest rapper Distinguished gentlemen Crooks and castle on his back Maybacher exotic lady eye catcher Holla at'cha call me the chiropractor Working like Muay Thai class Get perspire out ya And of course I've been the boss since back when Rocking D Boy Fila velor in a 190 black Benz Now they shut down the stores when I'm shopping Used to be train robbing face covered in stocking I'm him Chain gleaming Switching lanes Twoseating Hate him or love him For the same reason wish Can't leave it The games needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's Son we trust Cause they know I'm gonna give em what they want They looking for a hero I guess that makes me a hero Rubber grip holder reloader Come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half Silverback ape nickle plated mag Young rich and flashy Young bitch I'm nasty All black clothes til ice lay on me so classy And every time I close my lids I can still see the borough I can still see the Bridge I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see Tell them angels open the door for me From nine berettas and moving raw To chilling in wine cellars Sticks and humidors That's what I call mature That's what I call a g That's what I call a pimp That's what I call a gangsta To the fullest shit I'm tryin to make more cream By every step to September 14th that's my dream So I can be more clean as I grow yearly I can see things more clearly That's why they fear me Chain gleaming Switching lanes Two seating Hate him or love him For the same reason Can't leave it The games needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's Son we trust Cause they know I'm gonna give em what they want They looking for a hero I guess that makes me a hero It's universal apartheid I'm hog tied the corporate side Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it First LA was riding wit it But Newsweek article startled big wigs They said Nas why is he trying it My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning Forgetting Nas the only true rebel since the beginning Still in musical prison in jail for the flow Try telling Bob Dylan Bruce or Billy Joel They can't sing what's in their soul So Untitled it is I never change nothin but people remember this If NaS can't say it think about these talented kids With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit I can't sit and watch it So shit I'ma drop it Like it or not You ain't gotta cop it I'm a hustler in the studio Cups of Don Julio No matter what the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all Let's Go |
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