[Verse 1] I ain’t mad at you young king, this unsung song is haunting Along comes a one son called a offspring The Earth spins, my old herb grin, sung a church hymn She birthed in September, took my first win, again, the Earth spins I jumped in my first Benz, fled out, laid out Screams got in the game and took bread out The nerve of these niggas, weak flow, yo Cole let’s murder this sequel Freedom or jail from Fayetteville to QB though Cause back when I was young there was massive niggas But I passed them niggas, just bein’ nasty nigga Military had fatigue pants saggin’, Henny’d up Execs askin’ will he live to see his own release date happen Straight off the corner with the armor, armor and hammer But I had a pill, I was a charmer Yet still bein’ my momma’s son was my biggest honor This shit was just kinda just a hobby in my project lobby We was tryna be the Queensbridge Cosby’s But the street life robbed me of that, so I had to put it in raps And who could I ask for help? Older niggas was gettin’ mad But that’s The Gift and The Curse, that’s the good and the bad At least you got Jay, but he already one of the greats And it’s hard for the great to tell somebody how to be great Nigga I tried and niggas threw that shit right back in my face They took my cosign, but they ain’t let me EP their tapes And when they joint tank, that’s when they point blame So point blank young Cole, you won’t be the same The first album freedoms and them fourth album presses A big difference between ‘em but I get why you said it Radio records are needed, I just want it to bring the warnin’ Global warmin’ to that cold world you was breathin’ That’s some advice I never got If I don’t sell another record, I’ll just steady rock While you was writin’ down my rhymes I was just tryna show you That if you say what’s on your mind, you can stand the test of time Now I’m playin’ Born Sinner loud, so you live rock the crowd Like wow, you made your nigga Nas proud
[Bridge] So you ain’t let Nas down It’s just part of the game, becoming a rap king, my nigga You ain’t let Nas down How that sound? Here the crown, pass it to you like nothin’ nigga You ain’t let Nas down
[Hook] Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals Slick Rick was like Jesus, G Rap wrote the Bible Now what you’re ’bout to hear’s a tale of glory and sin Large Professor’s my mentor, that’s how the story endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
