[Verse 1 – Nas:] Reflect with radiance Rising consciousness of my people in the stadiums Or I can get ignorant like that nigga Maury Povich portray us as I’m hip hop baby dad And all of y’all my litter, my little kids And my label’s Mass Appeal A blunt, a pill and some liquor I get to my hitters, they spray your niggas ass Get money fast, R.I.P. to Che, smell my kilo breath I spit and I freeze you to death Cuban tobacco mouth, trap nigga cologne Been have the OG respect Pick the city, I knock four of ya baddest 16 chilling with Supreme Magnetic Fort Greene nigga with a little Queens bastard Now I’m in a Ghost or a Benz or an Aston, icon status
[Verse 2 – Nas:] And we still strapped in case you niggas want status Still balling, still macking Niggas ain’t a 100, he 60/40 We 50/50, that’s automatic My niggas got open cases Bitch niggas got watches and bracelets And cee-lo, I never throw aces Don’t give a fuck about races Pray that my niggas come out of the FEDs Shout to my niggas who dead We got the stripes All I got is my real niggas for life Nas pour henny, Future pour dirty sprite
[Chorus – Future:] Dirty soda in a styrofoam Spend a day to get my mind blown Dress it up and go to Nassau 200 miles on the dash And gotta roll a pound up and gas it Switching lanes in a Grand Rapide We the ones that kept it cool with all these niggas Til these niggas start acting Shoot a nigga like a film in a movie Nigga, gone let em have it Balling like the March Madness All these cops shooting niggas, tragic