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Too many changes, you changed from your greatness Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless The markets see you as a old-ass artist The McCartneys live past the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest Stay on your path, stay on your craft They just want you to switch your lanes up so they can hate on your ass What's in a name? What's in a name? Suffering and pain Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king's grace I came in this thinkin' you was gon' be this great thing 'Cause I seen the greats do it with a great queen What these kings have in common? They had women who solid Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who wasn't ready They envy the unhappiness of the greats They don't have a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin' for ways To feel what Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was dealt A Vandross, here's the cure, the antidote A thousand milligrams, make sure you don't overdose Turned to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the cold Cold gang, don't get exposed, stories get told You glamorize the game, it ain't a glorious road Rest in peace Kobe and Nip, that's off the rip King shit, if it ain't about fam, it don't mean shit The cure, love all the allure Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in with Lord Letras de cancionesRoll the credits Cuban link QB chain belong in the MOMA So boomerang, you salute my twenty-seven summers Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go with the moment Pac saw the chain, got his medallion, I won't Insinuate imitation 'cause I copied his stomach Kings honor kings, straight from my pops to my son's shit Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw fish Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist I'm studied like a book by many They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga On my Rick James behavior Life is school for the soul and I'm in life seven already Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit Everything from sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit Still goin' deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick We looked at robbin' as a way of resolving our problems My moms cooked food, but some of my niggas was starving And whatever they was down to do, I was with 'em regardless Turns out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest The scissor was sharper, my predictions was on it No fortune teller, just going off regular signs Niggas often tell ya they moves Without a word, just reading they mind Wasn't needin' no nine Corner executive born in ghetto hell Where metal yell especially over necklaces Life lessons is karma Whatever you dish out come back as blessings or to haunt ya Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your dishonor That's generational curses, they said they want the old Nas back Play the Clue tapes for old verses Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas will rise 'em up Like they wasn't live enough, many lives I've touched Can I get a witness? Can I get a witness? I need a witness, drinkin' three at night on some Bridge shit Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge shit Party with gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge shit (Yeah) Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge shit Yeah Like Jabari, I'm on some Bridge shit Shooter live on Kings live forever Yeah We go through a lot And nobody wanna hear about what we go through And that's cool too Every man go through the same Mondays and Fridays Same sun, moon, and stars It's just how you stand like a man From Letras Mania