Lost Freestyle

Nas

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    In our younger days we were so in love
    And the thought of losing you was enough
    Can't lose me

    Who be the holy prophet, they watchin’ with all his posture?
    His rothstein goggle game be the dopest, he gots to
    Be from the eightys era
    His tint is shade carrera, queens forever
    Green pipe seats, clean panamera

    Amateur hanna-barbera characters know they envy
    The illest hennessy black sipper with loaded semis
    You pick of the week, voted-in rappers you go against me
    You can't tantalize a call girl with just a roll of pennies
    Can’t bait a lion in ya trap without a tranquilizer
    You enterin' a boxing ring with no trainer beside ya
    My panerai watch glows like avatar

    Caviar black diamonds, can you imagine, y'all
    Takin' from a rich man plate? Kick in his door
    'Cause his war with the bloodsuckers of the poor
    The first shall be last, that's just universal law
    Pop the cork, the perrier-jouët pours, like this

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    Uh
    I tell a story of a prince life and all his glory
    It's killin' me softly
    Somber like the buildings in fort greene
    Hood monsters and niggas who walk mean
    Hood niggas and they just came home and they grip they chrome
    Can you hear me, is this thing on?
    Test, one, two, gimme some feedback if y’all could feel it
    For the home invasion dudes that be robbin’ dealers
    Picture me runnin' inside they crib, rollin’ wit' ya
    Mask on the face, tyin' up the sister
    Lookin' for the bricks to get richer

    Smackin’ up the dude with the gun
    Take the jewels and the funds
    A dirty game when you servin' 'caine
    Got feds to watch, hoes to watch
    Checkpoints and roadblocks
    Police barricades, batterrams
    Doors off the hinges, wake up flinchin', who ratted, man?
    Knew who it had to been, states, feds and housin' added in
    Every department searchin' your apartment

    Ransackin' it, found four ratchets
    Dea jackets, we gotta escape the madness
    Haha, yeah, escape the madness
    Yeah, through the eyes of pablo
    That's how I'm lookin' at you, there's an obstacle in everything
    It's all natural, I'm keepin' it pilin'
    Keepin' heat with the silencers

    Learnin' greek and italian, speak with kings while dinin'
    Good with hyenas, meanin' it's hood when it's time for ridin'
    Ties with suppliers from my days of the projects
    Where I resided, a phenomenon
    With the ambitions of a rider
    Pretty amazon on my arm, nigga, I'm the flyest
    The flyest, haha, yeah

    Lemme hear that

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    Composición: Nas y Selektah Statik

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