(Verse 1 – Nas)
Reflect with radiance
Rising consciousness of my people in the stadiums
Or I can get ignorant like that ni**a Maury Povich portray us as
I’m hip hop baby dad
And all of y’all my litter, my little kids
And my label’s Mass Appeal
A blunt, a pill and some liquor
I get to my hitters, they spray your ni**as ass
Get money fast, R.I.P. to Che, smell my kilo breath
I spit and I freeze you to death
Cuban tobacco mouth, trap ni**a cologne
Been have the OG respect
Pick the city, I knock four of ya baddest
16 chilling with Supreme Magnetic
Fort Greene ni**a with a little Queens bastard
Now I’m in a Ghost or a Benz or an Aston, icon status
(Verse 2 – Nas)
And we still strapped in case you ni**as want status
Still balling, still macking
Ni**as ain’t a 100, he 60/40
We 50/50, that’s automatic
My ni**as got open cases
B*tch ni**as got watches and bracelets
And cee-lo, I never throw aces
Don’t give a f**k about races
Pray that my ni**as come out of the FEDs
Shout to my ni**as who dead
We got the stripes
All I got is my real ni**as for life
Nas pour henny, Future pour dirty sprite
(Chorus – Future)
Dirty soda in a styrofoam
Spend a day to get my mind blown
Dress it up and go to Nassau
200 miles on the dash
And gotta roll a pound up and gas it
Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide
We the ones that kept it cool with all these ni**as
Til these ni**as start acting
Shoot a ni**a like a film in a movie
Ni**a, gone let em have it
Balling like the March Madness
All these cops shooting ni**as, tragic
