[Verse 1: Nas] The ghetto Othello, the Moor Oh my God, they speak venomous on the boy Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear, and I'm sure Oh my God, they want the end of me 'cause I'm pure Oh my Lord, discipline for the win, I just go for it It's a trend for these men to die on their own sword Journey far, learn who you can be But you can learn who you are when you around family Chip off their shoulders and soldiers, on they grizzle My granddaddy Mack Little married Nannie Little They passed down wisdom, blessings were given Pray my sins don't get passed to my children I made a killin', I'm alive like the morning star Court Jordan's for the price on stock, so what the Hornets are? I need evaluations, I'm savvy, y'all Eatin' foie gras and caviar, listen
[Chorus: The-Dream] Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ayy Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree
[Verse 2: Nas] The ghosts of gangsters dance Chinchillas shake on the hanger, the force of this banger Yeah, my language advanced, my cadence amazin' The voice triggers somethin', what is this conundrum? The clouds scurry, your spirit rumble, a boyish smile Still puff the loud, it's nothin' less than a quarter pound Savage narrative, every verse that I write bursts light Brings awareness to my personal life After my morning walk, Havana cigar, the ganja spark See my doctor more, sweatin' the sauna or the spa Spendin' fifty large at the Bellagio Spent twenty on a bad bitch I hardly know New girl every night, two girls was every other night Sexual addiction, gangster tradition They wanna fuck me, have me under they belt, slightly offended Yeah, that's how I felt, that's how it ended I'm just good at existing, existin' in my truth As long as I enjoy the fruit, yeah
[Chorus: The-Dream] Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ayy Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree
[Verse 3: Nas] What come first, peace or the paper? Before I had a piece of paper, peace was in my favor Before I sat to eat at the table, it had leeches and traitors Cut the fat from the meat, extract the weak, bon appetit No bacon, brothers is swine It's so hard to trust 'em 'cause my hustle is mine It's evident they all the same, with gray hair and still mean muggin' Gray hairs of wisdom, that means you seen somethin' Say somethin', you stay frontin' But these clowns got false crowns, fictitional kings You broke my heart, Fredo You bring this thing of ours down to a fable Be advised my guys dyin', enterprisin' at a boss's table There's always room at my table Insecurities is keepin' you disabled All this money to get, is it less time? They ain't stopped printin' money, 'cause they made mine I learned to stretch time, these are the best times I'm in my neighborhood in stadiums, the Mets' kind With restaurants and Carbone, spicy rigatoni Go hard, a red Bordeaux, oh God
[Chorus: The-Dream] Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ayy Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple treeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
