[Intro]
It's like my favorite beat
This like one of my favorite Nas songs ever
[Verse 1]
This shit bring me back to when I first started spitting
When I was 15 thinking a life that I was living
That was back before I had it when I didn't
Before I made a mixtape and all of my shit was written
It was written in stone that I was the one to be home
To come back, claim the throne, now these niggas is gone
Their mind blown whenever I step up on on it with the shotgun
They be thinking about ''what the fuck Vic gone drop, son?''
And next I'm in Texas sipping Texas tea
I washed my rollie in the sink
You ain't got the chance to Memphis blink
Open your eyes before you try and disguise
They tried to play me, most of this rap shit is lies
I see 'em Shady, but now I'm on Shade 45
I mean, they try to understand how the nigga kick it live
That's off the top of them, most of them be hypotheses
They try and come through, but they ain't stopping 'em, I'm dropping 'em
Rocking them hard like granite, understand it
Keep the mic like Janet while I'm spinning like a planet
They be planning their freestyles, my shit is unhanded
I backhand it, you get smacked for trying to act rude
Yeah, something like that
It's like my favorite beat
This like one of my favorite Nas songs ever
[Verse 1]
This shit bring me back to when I first started spitting
When I was 15 thinking a life that I was living
That was back before I had it when I didn't
Before I made a mixtape and all of my shit was written
It was written in stone that I was the one to be home
To come back, claim the throne, now these niggas is gone
Their mind blown whenever I step up on on it with the shotgun
They be thinking about ''what the fuck Vic gone drop, son?''
And next I'm in Texas sipping Texas tea
I washed my rollie in the sink
You ain't got the chance to Memphis blink
Open your eyes before you try and disguise
They tried to play me, most of this rap shit is lies
I see 'em Shady, but now I'm on Shade 45
I mean, they try to understand how the nigga kick it live
That's off the top of them, most of them be hypotheses
They try and come through, but they ain't stopping 'em, I'm dropping 'em
Rocking them hard like granite, understand it
Keep the mic like Janet while I'm spinning like a planet
They be planning their freestyles, my shit is unhanded
I backhand it, you get smacked for trying to act rude
Yeah, something like that
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