"Sorta wild - since a child, hope was all we had
Dreamt of plushed-out pads, complainin', the mental strainin'
How many in my crew is into gainin'?
Subtract the weak links up out the chain and
Rise and start reignin'
Blasphemy, usin' Nas' name in vain
Some claim supreme being, yet they lied in His name
I tried to learn the game and only thing I found incredible
Everythin' I tried to learn, see, I already knew (
That's right)
And it's embedded in my heart now
So I could sit back, count a stack and play my part now
I saw my life flash in front of my eyes, he wore disguise
Put a gun to me, hungry, he went on to chastise
"That's Nas, ain't it? Made it rich from entertainment
Fresh Wally's painted", as he told the kid he came with
My first thought was, "How the game flipped?"
Yo, perhaps it was somebody I smacked drunk in a party on 'gac
Or was I marked for a contract for some foul act I did a while back?
Or even beyond that
He got me layin' face-flat, sayin' my grace black
Woke up in a cold sweat, yo, I hate that
Nightmares feelin' real, word to Will - my A-alike I lost in the battlefield
That's why I hit the mic with mad appeal
Grab your shield, and meet your maker
Queens nikkas die for paper
Deep things, the street dreams will take ya"
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