[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
 This kind of love is a once in a lifetime [bad word]  Reach out and touch the love that I have for you
 I see you standing there so lost and all alone
 I wanna take you in my arms
 And tell you that you’re home
 I look into your eyes
 I said I know you very well
 I see a mirror of my life
 reflection of myself

 [Verse 1: Nas]
3:45AM can't sleep, can't dream
 I'm stuck, money problems pop up
 How will I survive
 Guess it's best to decide not to decide
 So that's my decision
 Whatever happens happens
 I keep making my millions
 Can see myself in Presidential campaign dinners
 But I’m passing blunts around a bunch of gang members
When you’re too hood to be in them Hollywood circles
 And you’re too rich to be in that hood that birthed you
And you [bad word] better than legends you thought were the greatest
 And outgrow women you love and thought you could stay with
 Life [bad word] clearer when you wipe down your mirror
 And leave notes around for yourself to remember
 I like to teach and build
 With brothers about how easy it is to reach a mil
 All you need is some skill
 Then it’s grindtime
Imagination better than knowledge, ask Einstein
 It’s all in the mind
Nasty the nicest
I’m somewhat of a psychic
 Just one minute after it’s heard
 You all excited, you all repeat it
 So call me a genius, if you didn’t
 Now that I said it I force you to think it
 Write in my little vignettes, sipping Moet
 [bad word] when you vision me, you vision the best
When I was young they called me Olu’s son
 Now he’s Nas father, I was the good seed
 He was the wise gardener

 [Hook]

 [Verse 2: Nas]
 Beautiful life, often I dream that I can bring my niggas
Conservatives don’t understand slang linguistics
 The burbs talking like the hood will change with quickness
 Love the skinny model chicks but I prefer the thickness
 So what I rap about my riches and I’m ostentatious
 Get out of gangsta business seen in me you basic
 Try [bad word] what you live to the life I master
 See the fly [bad word] I wear, you try to rock it after
 Big bracelets, golden Egyptian faces
 White wine spritzers and Switzerland on vacation
 The strip club scene favors your Josephine Baker
 Dope fiend neighbors, growing up I’ve seen paper
 I describe it, hope you can visualize it
This is reminiscent to all the parks in the project
 When my British Knights can rival your Foamposites
Don’t make me pull my Lottos out the closet