[Produced by Buckwild]
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[Intro: Nas]
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Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn
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[Verse 1: Nas]
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Lets make a bet, I know the reason you aint make it yet
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Your stage was set, but you aint see the tedious ingredients
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That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and
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You never knew how to make dollars
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You couldnt make orders at a drive-through McDonalds
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I was fly at the Apollo with Black Jason, 89 with a bottle
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Niggas jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty, no tint
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Rollie on wrist, gleaming, he rock the baldy
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Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis and Halsey
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Cop chocolate Thai, Vernon style and burn it down
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My nigga Hype in the federal joint, verdict out
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Twenty years getting money in the Dirty South
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Thats alleged, you see my niggas a stand up dude
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So Im yelling, “Free my nigga!”
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My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too
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For what his hands usually call for, but he aint do it
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[Chorus: Victoria Monét]
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Who you are
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Aint in the recipe of what I am
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‘Cause where Im from
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Man, what I see, you wouldnt understand where I been
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And what I do
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No matter how you try you never can
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‘Cause where Im from
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And what I see, you wouldnt understand where I been
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Where I been
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[Verse 2: Nas]
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You ever been on the other end of a robbers revolver?
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Not me, call me Lucky Nas Castellana
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Or been shot in the medulla oblongata
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And survived and praise God with a bullet I never collided
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Some did and they lived, I salute the Gods
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Moët spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for yall
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N.Y. nigga, Adidas, jogging suit
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Shell toes, slim, fly nigga
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Hudson River, rent a boat,t-shirt with a dinner coat
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A vintage Fila like Im the ghost of Domencio
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On any day getting throat in a tinted vehicle
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Like a old BK gangsta, but Im the CEO
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Of Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men
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My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends
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Dedication, hard work, routine builds character
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In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers
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Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it
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Break through walls like Pink Floyd
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And drink fluids, of all kind of alcohol, yall
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Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes
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[[Chorus: Victoria Monét]
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Who you are aint in the recipe of what I am
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‘Cause where Im from
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Man, what I see, you wouldnt understand
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Where I been and what I do
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No matter how you try you never can
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‘Cause where Im from
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And what I see, you wouldnt understand
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Where I been, where I been](3299610)
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[Verse 3: Nas]
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Now holla at a millionaire
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Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear
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Who to screw, what to drive
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550 with the cream guts inside
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Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly
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Diamond ring on my knuckles, like fire, bitch
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Gats on us, I dont really trust these guys
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Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties
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If she beautiful, the lustful type, Ill hit it and bust inside
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Fuck it, Ima die one day
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They gon probably make that day a holiday
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Until then, lets go on a shopping spree
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Speaking for my real niggas
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Only OGs, certified who kill niggas
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When put in that seat, but tonight we on chill, nigga
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Chill mode,spill more Spades
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Listen to Yeezy and Hov, some Rozay
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Its like we always on the grind with no brakes
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So tonight we gon act like we on vacation with this on rotation
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[[Chorus: Victoria Monét (Nas)]
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Who you are aint in the recipe of what I am (word)
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‘Cause where Im from (yeah)
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Man, what I see you wouldnt understand
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Where I been and what I do
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(Yall wouldnt understand, huh)
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No matter how you try you never can
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(You wouldnt last a day in my shoes, homie)
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‘Cause where Im from (yeah)
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And what I see, you wouldnt understand
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Where I been, where I been](3299610)
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[Outro: Nas]
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True B nigga, yeah, uhh
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For my hood niggas, yeah, yeah
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To my man Eric B, what up, yeah
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The whole city, I see you
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To my man Big Slate in the Fed joint
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My man Spunk, free my niggas
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All my niggas, yeah
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Club Vernon, I see you, I see you, yeah
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And Baltum, I see you
