[Produced by Jae Supreme]
[Intro: Nas & Jae Supreme]
Yo, Nas, whattup?
Yeah, whattup, kid?
What goin' on, Ill?
I'm just tryna tell these brothers where I'm comin' from
You know what I'm sayin'?
Alright, kick it
[Verse 1]
I'm the nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin'
I'm rollin' with a mob and run from the cops
Drive stolen cars and shoot many Glocks
A marijuana addict, if niggas want static, they had it
'Cause I flip just like a acrobatic
I'm always on the corners rollin' up Sess
When I dress, it's never nothin' less than Guess
So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committin' sins and my friends sell crack
I got it goin' on, my knuckle game is strong
Sip Dom Pérignon and then carry on
Army certifieds, keep a Rent-A-Ride
Strippin' mad hoes and kick 'em to the side
See, I'm the type of brother who keeps a four-pounder
Start a lot of shit and shoot at out-of-towners
At every block party, I try to catch a body
All for props, tell your pops call the cops
See, now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin' because I'm ready and I'm willin' and I'm a villain
[Intro: Nas & Jae Supreme]
Yo, Nas, whattup?
Yeah, whattup, kid?
What goin' on, Ill?
I'm just tryna tell these brothers where I'm comin' from
You know what I'm sayin'?
Alright, kick it
[Verse 1]
I'm the nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin'
I'm rollin' with a mob and run from the cops
Drive stolen cars and shoot many Glocks
A marijuana addict, if niggas want static, they had it
'Cause I flip just like a acrobatic
I'm always on the corners rollin' up Sess
When I dress, it's never nothin' less than Guess
So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committin' sins and my friends sell crack
I got it goin' on, my knuckle game is strong
Sip Dom Pérignon and then carry on
Army certifieds, keep a Rent-A-Ride
Strippin' mad hoes and kick 'em to the side
See, I'm the type of brother who keeps a four-pounder
Start a lot of shit and shoot at out-of-towners
At every block party, I try to catch a body
All for props, tell your pops call the cops
See, now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin' because I'm ready and I'm willin' and I'm a villain
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