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I ain't mad at you, young king, this unsung song is haunting Along comes a one son called a offspring The Earth spins, my old herb grin, sung a church hymn She birthed in September, took my first wind, again, the Earth spins I jumped in my first Benz, fled out, let out Screams got in the game and took bread out The nerve of these n*ggas, weak flow, yo Cole let's murder this sequel Freedom or jail from Fayetteville to QB though Cause back when I was young there was massive n*ggas But I passed them n*ggas, just bein' nasty n*gga Military had fatigue pants saggin', Henny'd up Execs askin' will he live to see his own release date happen Straight off the corner with the armor, armor and hammer But I had appeal, I was a charmer Yet still bein' my momma's son was my biggest honor This sh*t was just kinda just a hobby in my project lobby We was tryna be the Queensbridge Cosby's But the street life robbed me of that, so I had to put it in raps And who could I ask for help? Older n*ggas was gettin' mad But that's the gift and the curse, that's the good and the bad At least you got Jay, but he already one of the greats And it's hard for the great to tell somebody how to be great N*gga I tried and n*ggas threw that sh*t right back in my face They took my cosign, but they ain't let me EP their tapes And when they joint tank, that's when they point blame So point blank, young Cole, you won't be the same Letras de cancionesThe first album freedoms and them fourth album pressures A big difference between 'em but I get why you said it Radio records are needed, I just want it to bring the warnin' Global warmin' to that cold world you was breathin' That's some advice I never got If I don't sell another record, I'll just steady rock While you was writin' down my rhymes I was just tryna show you That if you say what's on your mind, you can stand the test of time Now I'm playin' Born Sinner loud, so you live, rock the crowd Like wow, you made your n*gga Nas proud So you ain't let Nas down It's just part of the game, becoming a rap king, my n*gga You ain't let Nas down How that sound? Here the crown, pass it to you like nothin' n*gga You ain't let Nas down Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals Slick Rick was like Jesus, G Rap wrote the Bible Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin Large Professor's my mentor, that's how the story end From Letras Mania