So I'm to blame for reason why you left him a mess and without a sign He was forced down this next part enough to make you leave his side But do you know
So I?m to blame The reason why you left him a mess and without a sigh He was first I was next but enough to make you leave his side But do you know? do
So I?m to blame The reason why you left him a mess and without a sigh He was first I was next but enough to make you leave his side But do you know?
So I?m to blame The reason why you left him a mess And without a sigh He was first I was next But enough to make you leave his side But do you know Do
from they dome Got the company can't be safe carry 'em to they fuckin' drape You ask for one simple favor come with all my fuckin' cash Couldn't hunt two
ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba's My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days
nine my niggas.... Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89 Little nigga on da grind Gotta get mine doing my crime, Wid two in here, Steady
all Broke em all down and unrapped em all Just two words nigga duffelbags i just know it so well I cant help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got
A mind never wasted, Who grows fasta. The young and incredible while lightin' yo ass up, You look a lil red, we getting that cash up. See where we from
sheets I write verses, while the Devil curses Watchin young kingpins get put in hearses The fiends lurkin for the dream merchant Their last days seems
on Somebody stepped on the wire and shit, that's all Now everybody's back in the groove, echo chamber "Check one two, one two" - that's my favorite Strobe
the man behind the door, supplying the streets A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks when they wrapped and stuffed four days later straight cash, two
Lost her appetite, hardly slept in days Now it's too late, praying to Jesus, she fucked around With the wrong penis, contaminated with diseases Two months
these laws Blow coasts, smoke spliff, old flicks, focused Flip cake, chicks scrape, that's me, thick braids Swift blade, in the pockets, sick days in
out in the streets Two nickle plated thirty-eights on me Can't stay away from beef Scrapping with them niggas from the other side Sipping Saint Ives rocking old school flannels Old
layin new with you Runnin my fingers through your hair it's like days can go by while I'm wit you and I won't even care, word [Chorus] [Nas] She been with young dudes, old
in these last days and times Verse Two: Nas The way to be, paradise like relaxin black, latino and anglo-saxon Armani exchange the reins Cash