Just in case anyone thought he fell off….Nas shows everyone he is still one of the greatest lyricists ever.

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Cars with police radars on highways boppin, bullpin therapy cell block dodging, pissy stairways missed them days not when they shut down the stores when I’m shopping, used to be pop locking, train hopping, face covered in stocking, 6 pack Bud drinking gambler, fuck them cameras in front of the man, sing the hustlers mantra, hands of luck, more hits than gambling huff, I hollered Indosia, 40 belows covered the toes I was a soldier with the Popeyes sippin Amota. Nigga honestly I call this a culture my…sister’s a snake, my brother’s a vulture my mother’s the block my father’s a ghetto piranha swimming with sharks….

my tones false settle drama Obama, if the kids mirror you we’ll all push Masaratis with the silver hue, they fear that connection, I rather die in a box than live safe in witness protection, Gotti was a racist but he still get praises, we don’t give a fuck, nigga gangsta is gangsta bricks come with Bill Clinton’s name on it taped up, Hollywood Lohan parties people they facing them, Kim Kardashian body with the waist slim know some hood girls who did time that could take them , rappers changing families fags are all lost I’m at the Waldorf, Vancleave under the sleeve save the small talk, I feel alive new Porches Jordan number fives, already said I’m the last real nigga alive.