o, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big money in most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, nothing’s figurative
I can wish it into existence, God want this nikka to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and for-get who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead
Who are you nikkas? Why argue nikkas?
The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on nikkas
They wait a lifetime, they tell they hoes, “Nas did this”
Pointin’ to they scars like, “Right here, baby, really Nas did this”
Like a badge of honor, not braggin’ I’m just honest
War stories we tell them, nothin’s realer than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey
Rap Jack Demsey, Matt Black Bentley, pimply
Shatterin’ your silence, pass around the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
fukk your ice, I rock rubies, ame-thyst
I fukk your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bytches, ghetto glamorous
nas still a beast lyrically but the album musically ain't all that