Life's a 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 ******, change love to bitterness Friends to fiends for the audience screams ridiculous Jumped up, paid the 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.
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 appeal (appear?) crisp like film
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? Capri style, it'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 ***** 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 b*tch 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 ****** want Polo ain't f*cking with J Crew It's safe to say I was once young and innocent But look what I know now, is all worth mentioning
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 (appeal?) crisp like film
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'ma 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
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 appeal (appear?) crisp like film
[00:01.74]I want y'all to see this like film. [00:03.61] [00:05.30]C-Sick on production, [00:06.72] [00:07.62]Nas on the vocal.. let's go [00:09.31] [00:09.53]Life's a fog at night red brake lights [00:11.99]The freeway beside a restaurant [00:13.45]Cold egg whites sat on my plate like [00:15.16]3 AM this is a spot frequented by some made men [00:18.47]I'm high on hemp a fly old pimp [00:20.40]Just walked in, his suit was shark skin, [00:22.15]He woke me up from some of the thoughts I'm lost in [00:24.51]What fame does to ******, change love to bitterness [00:27.01]Friends to fiends for the audience screams ridiculous [00:29.54]Jumped up, paid the tab got in my Benz and went [00:32.09]To my old housing tenement, visit my old friends [00:35.02]Some show love and some are envious [00:37.21]Some got the heart of gold, some venomous [00:39.49]At times I wanna go back to being penniless [00:41.99]Ignorance is bliss, i love being innocent [00:44.47]Ugh, but life's got me on the fence again [00:46.94]And all is real so all's worth mentioning. [00:49.25] [00:49.41]If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness [00:53.99]Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with [00:58.84]Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like film [01:05.44] [01:08.58]Ice on gold from mossbergs to golf clubs [01:11.10]Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I chose [01:13.28]Bandanna over the eye, Dior sandals [01:15.93]Car doors rise with no touch of the handles [01:18.27]Capiche? Capri style, it's on beaches and islands [01:20.95]Far from police sirens at least for a weekend [01:23.30]Then it's back to the streets creepin [01:25.09]I'd like to make a free toast of champagne on behald of this ***** speaking [01:28.51] [01:29.41]Add a splash to the Seagrams [01:30.96]Roll the hash for my world renowned goons this evening [01:33.47]As i circle the table like Babe Ruth [01:35.90]Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake dude [01:38.21]Bat to the brain with brute force [01:39.95]Splatter my cream velour suit [01:41.63]They hit me with lawsuit [01:42.84]I slip in your whore coupe [01:44.18]Your b*tch hate you, word to Jesus [01:45.57]Bet you never knew she toot yay and play with a gay crew [01:48.00]OGs hate to make way for the new [01:50.19]Young ****** want Polo ain't f*cking with J Crew [01:52.82]It's safe to say I was once young and innocent [01:55.38]But look what I know now, is all worth mentioning [01:57.75] [01:57.89]If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness [02:02.63]Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with [02:07.43]Memories real, still ill, now I appear (appeal?) crisp like film [02:14.26] [02:16.57]I speak to the street life [02:18.31]The executive chief types [02:19.89]The felons, young mothers with kids they trying to feed right [02:22.61]The botega wearers modern day Che Guevaras [02:25.30]Cuz I barely survived crazy eras [02:27.30]Honest, always make good on my promise [02:29.49]I don't talk it I do it you can hold me to it [02:31.85]I was born to this life I didn't invent it [02:34.18]But I'd be wrong not to take a few meal tickets [02:36.40]You and I are real different, we don't share the same beliefs [02:39.42]Fight in the ring or buy ringside seats [02:41.83]Either you like beef or you like to spectate [02:44.04]Give me gloves, and I'ma do it how the refs say [02:46.52]We touch em and we come out tussling [02:48.52]The ghetto is my garden of eden [02:50.47]So I keep bobbing and weaving [02:52.37]It's intense so I'm hardly breathing [02:54.33]KO, and the winner is Nas, that's how the scene ends [02:56.50] [03:15.88][02:56.83]If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness [03:20.91][03:01.32]Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with [03:25.80][03:06.18]Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like film [03:32.64][03:13.02]
