Rest Of My Life

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The rest of my life

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The rest of my life

Life, dead presidents, devilish men

Overthrow kings from they thrones 'cause of their negligence

Death, real shit'll start comin' to light

Niggas you ain't like dickin' your wife, what?

Kind and undermining, grimy, stiff corpse shapin'

Pork bacon, double-cross Satan

Heathen, non-god-fearing, lace thong wearing demons

But glory go to God, y'all beneath him

If y'all don't know that, rap with the old cat

He'll show you streets where them big dealers drove at

Where low-key killers let the fo' clap

Blocka-blocka-blocka, oh

The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows

Everything a hood brother think he needs, yo

You'll find a goal in a ghetto superstar's roadmap

And I'ma use that for the

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Burnt-out, kicked to the curb

So I had to learn how to turn around a hundred thou' real fast

In '95 that was my last, I went back to the ave thinkin' rap's a thing of the past

Rest in peace E Money bags, no more cabs, got caught with the ratchet in the stash

Lawyer want cash, my ba'y bro blast burners at cats who got gell

They burnt a range with a Molotov cocktail

My little man got 14-years for car-jackin' a undercover

Them cops swear, my little nigga told on me

I'm thinkin', "Hello, where's the L-O-V-E"

Pigs play games, my little man'll never say names

Word to his pops with elephant veins

They both locked-up still, word to will

I'll make it and chill for the

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My man gave his mummy coke

So she wouldn't hit the block all crazy for the smoke

Damn, nigga, could you picture you supplyin' your own moms

So she don't have to bone for dimes?

Or give dome for nicks' in the roofs of the projects

Where dogs shit and piss

Yeah, we all plan to get rich, but it's all about how it's executed

Lexus couped it, baguettes from cubics

Might've been stupid, but I got far from 26 bars

To ten LPs, what can him tell me? Or them? Or y'all?

I'm Nas, on a track that's unorthodox

Like my life coulda been offed by the cops

Told y'all, Nas will prevail by the book when it's up for sale

About the rest

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The rest of my life

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The rest of my