(feat. Nas) 



[Verse 1: Nas] 

Uh, yea, yea 

Squinted-eye gangsta, live in a skyscraper 

Platinum Patron-drinker, stackin' that grown paper 

God pushed me out his nuts 

The Devil swallowed me up, I burnt a hole in his guts 

Fell down into a Louis Vitton truck 

With stashboxes, and niggaz in it sayin' blast Nas shit 

Drove down harm's way, puffin' that Bombay 

QB thug tattoo on my arm say 

Names of my fam, so I'ma read you a scripture 

And commandments to get you richer 

Bandanas, hammers, MAC's and nina's 

With the mismatched Pumas, like Shan in Queensbridge 

All white shell toes, that's that Queens thing 

Brightland, ice wine, call that weed sling 

Know where G slang 

And the bitches with bomb ass that slurp on me and my comrades 

Got a new contract, come on, black 

Shit y'all just gettin' up on, I'm beyond that 

No time for crumbs, I really don't see them 

They just started livin', just started havin' threesomes 

Just started havin' girls who like them 

That's why I got married 'cause my world ain't like them 

So why they keep tellin' those stories? 

Nigga, y'all square, nigga, this is my year, nigga