Queens Shit Aasim (Ft. Nas)

[Verse 1: Nas & Aasim]
Yo I’m rich, black, the 6, the 'Lac
The Phantom, the strap, stay on my lap
I’m a hustler, ganja puffer, iron tucker
I get ripped in the afternoons before kids get out of school
They say Nas be fucked up, I’m up early actin' a fool
Drivin' D.C., do drivebys on Lincoln statue
High in my meetin's, leave the weed, sit the board room
Stick up men in black fishermen hats as my goons
Cameras zoom while the news paint views of baboons
Wild cowboys saloons, from the womb to the tomb
Through fashion week, fashionistas dress like Heidi Klum
Snort balloon bags of powder an hour then I cruise
Through avenues, where they say we was born to lose
But shouldn’t talk until they walk blocks in niggas shoes
I lust for pretty bitches in designer stitches
From rags to riches, in the trench sellin' crack from benches
I come from poverty, now I crave money and all kinds of gold
School of hard knocks, I made it to the honor roll
Yellow tape, mark crime scene so call a hearse through
Words that I disperse you to dirt

[Verse 2: Nas, Nas & Aasim]
Verse two gotta be all murder just like the first verse
Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer
Yellow like my Harry Winston glistenin' arm, B
Yellow like New York City piss-stained concrete