The Art Of It

Fire spitter, I aint never met a higher *****
Me extinguished is like Queensbridge fiendless
Mansion, marble foyer
I can afford a closet in alphabet order
A life, Adidas under A , the B for beater, Bottega
British Knights sneaker, my C so ill
That, man, I get chills
When I look at my Christian Diors, they kill
D is for Dries Van Noten
Young *****s try to keep up with what Im doing
D cups, tequila and blunts
****, women, and liquor
Depending on the day is a different mission
They not knowing, they wanna know what he got on
The QB Don went and got his Pete Rock on
Nas keep a fine ***** to roll his **** up on
My *****s in Mount Vernon keep it Gd up for him
Speaking of G, the gat Im good with it, hit your hood with it
.44s never could miss him, coming to see us
Glad to see you made it home to the hood, *****
We blowing trees, tell me, dont it feel good, *****?
Damn it feels good, it feels good dont it?
La-la-la (Yeah)
Put that good **** in the air (Yeah)
La-la-la
*****s in the hood dont live forever (My G *****s)
As long as we together (My QB *****s)
We gon put that good **** in the air (Yeah)
La-la-la
Another bullet manufactured, another man in his casket
**** maintaining, thats lame language
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, I duck quick
Seen fire flashes, the type of fire that spit out a magnum
And Im the type who runs to the drama looking for who clapping
Nike boot, what I eat him, he like food
Pulled out the barrel
Four-fifths rip through bone marrow
Make his toes spiral the dirt
While his feet kick up rock, hes a sprinter
Police agenda, lock up *****s for three winters
When I attack Im faceless like a iron mask
They get away quick, traceless, lying back, liars pass
I breathe deep like Lamaze class
Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last
Stretched out or in a body bag, I aint that
Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last
Damn it feels good, it feels good dont it?
La-la-la (Yeah)
Put that good **** in the air (Yeah)
La-la-la
*****s in the hood dont live forever (My G *****s)
As long as we together (My QB *****s)
We gon put that good **** in the air (Yeah)
La-la-la
Look, I dont have that much time, candidly, Im in divorce
Rumors, DUIs, in and out of court
Different judges, assault charges hovers on your boy
Other *****s wives lust to be under covers with your boy
Yall dont want an angry Nas on your label
Yall got plenty checks, CEO, man
Im only 36 but if its— point five on the table
I say with all respect my dude
Thank you, we had the best times but Im about respect,
Im about the talent I possess
Never know, there could just be a time
When Im behind your desk then let you go
Could you imagine Nas the exec?
The artist on the masters controlling your release
Probably they wanna wait til Im deceased to honor me
So my productll be a big commodity
Not bothered if my son and daughter eat off of me
Cautiously I write this next line honestly
Cause Im a G, theres no beef
I used to open off making fifty Gs
But now I spend that on a diamond to make her neck freeze
My larynxll serenade the hood
I tell the cops my blood dirty, they say Im all good
TMZ, they hoping when the marriage end Ima turn to Larry Flynt
Nas is not the average gent, Im on my classy ****
Heres one small percent of what yall in store to get
More real ***** ****
Damn it feels good, it feels good dont it?
La-la-la (Yeah)
Put that good **** in the air (Yeah)
La-la-la
*****s in the hood dont live forever (My G *****s)
As long as we together (My QB *****s)
We gon put that good **** in the air (Yeah)
La-la-la