[Verse 1: Nas]
What?
Back-to-back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier style lenses, talons in the .40 cal'
This is life now, let me find out you want the lifestyle of mine
No pal of mine runnin' with goons with knife wounds from jail time
Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
While we polly with the flyest mami on 25th street
Watch how honey in the Lex do it
I'm in the 6V with the 12 next to it
You wanna stick me? Then put ya best to it or die, black
We see you in Allah Kingdom if you try that
Check the fly cat, 2-point-5, multiply that
Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels and tattoos
You can look, but don't touch — we bad news
[Verse 2: AZ]
American me, elegancy, treasury
With the hopes to be rich before they bury me
Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice
My fire ashes, only macks I interact with
We all Dons, strong arm, along calm
But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who crossed me wrong
Select features, sit back, connect the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless
He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds that wore me out
Never called me out
Bitches and money — that's what we all about
Through all the routes, landed here
Beach houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew — mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at the Tangier
What?
Back-to-back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier style lenses, talons in the .40 cal'
This is life now, let me find out you want the lifestyle of mine
No pal of mine runnin' with goons with knife wounds from jail time
Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
While we polly with the flyest mami on 25th street
Watch how honey in the Lex do it
I'm in the 6V with the 12 next to it
You wanna stick me? Then put ya best to it or die, black
We see you in Allah Kingdom if you try that
Check the fly cat, 2-point-5, multiply that
Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels and tattoos
You can look, but don't touch — we bad news
[Verse 2: AZ]
American me, elegancy, treasury
With the hopes to be rich before they bury me
Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice
My fire ashes, only macks I interact with
We all Dons, strong arm, along calm
But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who crossed me wrong
Select features, sit back, connect the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless
He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds that wore me out
Never called me out
Bitches and money — that's what we all about
Through all the routes, landed here
Beach houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew — mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at the Tangier
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