how it all was (Chorus) But niggas still talk about me (talk about me) Don't give a fuck about me I made them read about me (read about me) Don't give
Timbo the King nigga Uhh, yeah, uhh Point out the bounce Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga Uhh, yeah, jeah Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me
me this booty bangin Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance A thing of beauty, watch me, body crazy Tits Firm like Nature, Foxy, Nas and
When I call there's no answer And she ain't love Big Sean she loves Sean Anderson Man you could probably feel me dying And you could probably hear her crying She killing me
with a bang boogie, oogie oogie Strawberry letter 23 like Shuggie Oh, my God, just look at me Grandpa been rappin' since '83 Oh, I'm supersonic like
, 'cause talk rhetoric I'm a soldier of love, like Sade More like Frank, only do it my way It don't matter what the blogs say I go hard like ain't nobody stop me
One **** front, my face on the front page Only if I had one ***, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup
like they own it That's they corner, from New York to California, got blocks locked down Like, "Dog you safe whenever you with me, see this is my town
Chorus- Said it aint to much for me to have you next to me I cant believe it all the things i do to keep you loving me And its just to much for me to
bars To ten LP's, what can him tell me? Of them? Of y'all? I'm Nas on a track that's unorthodox Like my life coulda been offed by the cops Told y'all
need to stay around I feel like telling some stories First there's this arrogant fuck, his names Cory Hung around my mans like he a big Trevor Trevor
me, you hear me? Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man I found him, right now, I see him right now, let's kill him Yo, this Nas, leave
God's Son" across the belly, the boss of rap You saw me in belly with thoughts like that To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and 2Pac were
hell day 'Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggaz share gifts, e'ryday like Christmas Slay bitches, and party everyday like
left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me
quot; across the belly, the boss of rap You saw me in belly with thoughts like that To take it back to africa, I did it with biggie Me and 2pac were soldiers
to fear none little Nas was huntin Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily Y'all actin like some old folks y'all don't hear me Yo I'm in my second
that makes me a hero Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentleman Crooks and castle on his back Maybach-er Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me