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[Intro: Future]
Dress it up and make it real for me
Whatever that fucking means
[Hook: Future]
Dirty soda in a styrofoam
Spend a day to get my mind blown
Dress it up and go to Nassau
200 miles on the dash
And gotta roll a pound up and gas it
Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide
We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas
Til these niggas start acting
Shoot a nigga like a film in a movie
Nigga, gone let ’em have it
Ballin’ like the March Madness
All these cops shooting niggas, tragic
I’m the one that’s living lavish
Like I’m playing for the Mavericks
I didn’t wanna fuck the bitch, the molly made me fuck her even though she average
[Verse: Nas]
Reflect with radiance
Rising consciousness of my people in the stadiums
Or I can get ignorant like that nigga Maury Povich portray us as
I’m hip hop baby dad
And all of y’all my litter, my little kids
And my label’s Mass Appeal
A blunt, a pill and some liquor
I get to my hitters, they spray your ass
Get money fast, R.I.P. the check, smell my kilo breath
I spit and I freeze you to death
Cuban tobacco mouth, trap nigga cologne
Been had the OG respect
Pick the city, I knock four of ya’ baddest
16 chillin’ with Supreme Magnetic
Fort Greene nigga with a little Queens bastard
Now I’m in a Ghost or a Benz or an Aston, icon status
And we still strapped case you niggas want static
Still ballin’, still mackin’
Niggas ain’t a 100, he 60/40
We 50/50, that’s automatic
My niggas got open cases
But niggas got watches and bracelets
And cee-lo, I never throw aces
Don’t give a fuck about races
Pray that my niggas come out of the FEDs
Shout to my niggas who dead
We got the stripes
All I got is my real niggas for life
Nas pour henny, Future pour dirty sprite
[Hook: Future]
Dirty soda in a styrofoam
Spend a day to get my mind blown
Dress it up and go to Nassau
200 miles on the dash
And gotta roll a pound up and gas it
Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide
We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas
Til these niggas start acting
Shoot a nigga like a film in a movie
Nigga, gone let ’em have it
Ballin’ like the March Madness
All these cops shooting niggas, tragic
I’m the one that’s living lavish
Like I’m playing for the Mavericks
I didn’t wanna fuck the bitch, the molly made me fuck her even though she average
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