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We ain't gon' never die, I'm— We ain't gon' never die, I'm an icon in real time Why did I wait this long to let y'all in my ill mind? We ain't gon' never die We ain't gon' never die, I'ma—, yeah We ain't gon'— We ain't gon never die, icons in real time Why did I wait this long to let y'all in my ill mind? I think the hate was strong, so I went to a chill vibe Could never say goodbye, I let my skill cry Let my soul bleed, inside the Rolls, red rosaries Homie, I lovе the new NY, 'cause I'm thе new NY And the old NY at the same time I always hit the last shot when it's game time The Jordan, Kobe, 'Bron talk, take a long walk You might start to understand what I'm puttin' on for I left more flows in Pro Tools sessions Than you ever thought of with old school methods But what you're hearin' is the present day Over breaks and samples of New York, NWA The brand new Brand Nubians, N-A-S and Wayne Don't threaten me with a good time, we're here to stay Nasty, they don't make 'em like me Mask up, all black like I'm Pooh Shiesty, shoot through I'm like Detroit Red in the zoot suit, loose screws Letras de cancionesAny great challenges I find a loop through Loopholes, why they treat me so bad, Club Nouveau, damn The times we livin' in crucial This my Tom Cruise flow, top gun, they too slow Computers ain't fast enough to keep up with Nasty 'cause We ain't gon' never die Ha-ha-ha Ah We ain't gon' never die, we ain't gon'— We ain't gon' never die We ain't gon' never die, icons in real time Icons in real time, we ain't gon' never die Uh, icons, steppin' on pythons Spittin' that cayenne, eat ya like Zion, peakin' at the skyline Reachin' for the stars like I'm reachin' for the pylon I seent ya on the sideline, we need to walk a fine line We need to read the guidelines, instead of readin' the timelines Why everybody like wine? Nobody flow like mine I'm sonnin' these niggas, got me coachin' niggas like Prime Tongue, I never bite mine, got dough like Taekwon' To spend all this money, I'ma have to spend a lifetime You broke, can’t even buy time, should throw niggas a lifeline Know money on my mind, and I be on your wife mind And hit her with the pipe bomb, and pass it down the pipeline But actually we're quite fine Diamonds on me sparklin' and splashin' like some white wine They love me in the night time, they hate me when the light shine Shots, I got a hundred, and problems, I got ninety-nine Bugatti Veyron, take off with no flight time Bad bitch on the passenger side, she don't even like flyin' Booty soft as nylon, you niggas small as micron I got a black nina that get nasty as a white blonde Low credit, high crime, open mind tight rhymes When they hear my lines, these rappers gotta catch up like Heinz Weezy and my slime Nas, ain't nobody like us Like bygones, gotta let icons be icons, hi moms (Hi moms) From Letras Mania