Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn Let’s make a bet I know the reason you ain’t make it yet You say you set but you ain’t see the tedious ingredients That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and You never knew how to make dollars You couldn’t make orders at a drive-through McDonald’s I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, ** with a bottle ****** jealous of Jason Dark green seven forty, no tint Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Louis, and Hallsey My ***** hype in the federal joint, verdict out Twenty years getting money in the Dirty South That’s alleged, you see my *****’s a stand up dude So I’m yelling free my ***** My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I am Cause where I’m from, man What I see you wouldn’t understand Where I been and what I do No matter how you try you never can Cause where I’m from What I see you wouldn’t understand Where I been, where I been You ever been on the other end of a robber’s revolver Not me, call me Lucky Nas Casalana Or been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived And praise God with a bullet I never collided Some did and they lived I salute the gods Moet spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for y’all N.Y. *****, Adidas, jogging suit Hudson River, rent a boat, t-s*irt with a dinner coat And vintage Fila like I’m the ghost of Domencio On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle Like a old BK gangsta, but I’m the CEO Of Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends Dedication, hard work, routine builds character Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it Break through walls like Pink Floyd And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol y’all Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I am Cause where I’m from, man What I see you wouldn’t understand Where I been and what I do No matter how you try you never can Cause where I’m from What I see you wouldn’t understand Where I been, where I been Now holla at a millionaire Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear Who to screw, what to drive 550 with the cream guts inside Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, ***** Gat’s on us, I don’t really trust these guys Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties If she beautiful, the lustful type I’ll hit it and bust inside **** it, I’mma die one day They gon’ probably make that day a holiday Until then, let’s go on a shopping spree Speaking for my real ******, only OGs Certified who kill ****** when put in that seat But tonight we on chill *****, chill mode Spill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay It’s like we always on the grind with no brakes So tonight we gon’ act like we on vacation with this on rotation Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I am Cause where I’m from, man What I see you wouldn’t understand Where I been and what I do No matter how you try you never can Cause where I’m from What I see you wouldn’t understand Where I been, where I been For my hood ******, yeah, yeah To my man Eric B what up, yeah The whole city, I see you To my man Big Slate in the fed joint My man S***k, free my ****** All my ******, yeah I see you, yeah And Baltum, I see you
[00:18.540]Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn [00:24.210]Let’s make a bet [00:25.200]I know the reason you ain’t make it yet [00:26.700]You say you set but you ain’t see the tedious ingredients [00:30.300]That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and [00:31.980]You never knew how to make dollars [00:33.749]You couldn’t make orders at a drive-through McDonald’s [00:36.219]I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, ** with a bottle [00:39.409]****** jealous of Jason [00:41.900]Dark green seven forty, no tint [00:45.229]Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Louis, and Hallsey [00:50.929]My ***** hype in the federal joint, verdict out [00:53.649]Twenty years getting money in the Dirty South [00:56.439]That’s alleged, you see my *****’s a stand up dude [00:59.699]So I’m yelling free my ***** [01:01.419]My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too [01:06.829]Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I am [01:10.690]Cause where I’m from, man [01:13.638]What I see you wouldn’t understand [01:16.209]Where I been and what I do [01:18.839]No matter how you try you never can [01:21.490]Cause where I’m from [01:23.799]What I see you wouldn’t understand [01:26.609]Where I been, where I been [01:28.999]You ever been on the other end of a robber’s revolver [01:31.209]Not me, call me Lucky Nas Casalana [01:33.908]Or been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived [01:37.229]And praise God with a bullet I never collided [01:39.578]Some did and they lived [01:41.990]I salute the gods [01:42.239]Moet spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for y’all [01:44.908]N.Y. *****, Adidas, jogging suit [01:49.939]Hudson River, rent a boat, t-s*irt with a dinner coat [01:52.749]And vintage Fila like I’m the ghost of Domencio [01:55.459]On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle [01:58.598]Like a old BK gangsta, but I’m the CEO [02:00.799]Of Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men [02:03.519]My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends [02:06.299]Dedication, hard work, routine builds character [02:11.620]Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it [02:15.200]Break through walls like Pink Floyd [02:17.600]And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol y’all [02:18.940]Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes [02:22.500]Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I am [02:25.929]Cause where I’m from, man [02:29.900]What I see you wouldn’t understand [02:31.740]Where I been and what I do [02:33.960]No matter how you try you never can [02:36.700]Cause where I’m from [02:39.410]What I see you wouldn’t understand [02:41.880]Where I been, where I been [02:45.860]Now holla at a millionaire [02:47.340]Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear [02:49.250]Who to screw, what to drive [02:50.910]550 with the cream guts inside [02:52.800]Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly [02:54.910]Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, ***** [02:57.650]Gat’s on us, I don’t really trust these guys [02:59.679]Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties [03:01.630]If she beautiful, the lustful type [03:03.680]I’ll hit it and bust inside [03:04.910]**** it, I’mma die one day [03:06.400]They gon’ probably make that day a holiday [03:08.500]Until then, let’s go on a shopping spree [03:10.900]Speaking for my real ******, only OGs [03:12.760]Certified who kill ****** when put in that seat [03:15.470]But tonight we on chill *****, chill mode [03:17.960]Spill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay [03:21.500]It’s like we always on the grind with no brakes [03:24.360]So tonight we gon’ act like we on vacation with this on rotation [03:27.0]Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I am [03:30.590]Cause where I’m from, man [03:33.750]What I see you wouldn’t understand [03:36.240]Where I been and what I do [03:38.620]No matter how you try you never can [03:41.270]Cause where I’m from [03:43.960]What I see you wouldn’t understand [03:46.720]Where I been, where I been [03:51.600]For my hood ******, yeah, yeah [03:57.460]To my man Eric B what up, yeah [04:03.510]The whole city, I see you [04:08.910]To my man Big Slate in the fed joint [04:13.430]My man S***k, free my ****** [04:16.750]All my ******, yeah [04:24.260]I see you, yeah [04:26.300]And Baltum, I see you
