[Verse 1: Nas]
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before 21 out here
Mama's stressing, seen them ratchets in the dresser
She not asking questions
She seen the vests and seen other kids in the casket restin'
Weed so loud they got surround sound
Smoking good shit 'cause they tryna take me back to some hood shit
Any club, any fly affair
If they start shooting all they remember is Nas was there
Some homies of yours bangin', affiliation on their personal time
Conflict with business can hurt down the line
It's something that you ain't have nothing to do with
Your man confrontation end up getting you hit
Learn how to draw the line from when we hang with the shooters
Strippers, dealers, and killers, leeches and opportunists
Where I come from it's ruthless, air you out from the Ubers
Tutored by coke movers, put holes through ya
You wouldn't get that from me, yo, you'd overlook me
Looking like I just get to that money and stay in some pussy
Got a pretty real dope life
Fly nigga from the other side, hecklers, PKs, 9's and .45's
7.62's, deer-hunting rifle shells, life is hell
Pussy sweeter than wine tasting
But we won't self-indict ourselves
Be our own prosecutor, won't 25-to-life ourselves
We 'bout that moolah, rich shooters
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before 21 out here
Mama's stressing, seen them ratchets in the dresser
She not asking questions
She seen the vests and seen other kids in the casket restin'
Weed so loud they got surround sound
Smoking good shit 'cause they tryna take me back to some hood shit
Any club, any fly affair
If they start shooting all they remember is Nas was there
Some homies of yours bangin', affiliation on their personal time
Conflict with business can hurt down the line
It's something that you ain't have nothing to do with
Your man confrontation end up getting you hit
Learn how to draw the line from when we hang with the shooters
Strippers, dealers, and killers, leeches and opportunists
Where I come from it's ruthless, air you out from the Ubers
Tutored by coke movers, put holes through ya
You wouldn't get that from me, yo, you'd overlook me
Looking like I just get to that money and stay in some pussy
Got a pretty real dope life
Fly nigga from the other side, hecklers, PKs, 9's and .45's
7.62's, deer-hunting rifle shells, life is hell
Pussy sweeter than wine tasting
But we won't self-indict ourselves
Be our own prosecutor, won't 25-to-life ourselves
We 'bout that moolah, rich shooters
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