I know the reason you ain't make it yet
 You say you set but you ain't see the tedious ingredients
 That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and
You never knew how to make dollars
You couldn't make orders at a drive-through McDonald's
 I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, 89 with a bottle
 Niggas jealous of Jason
 Dark green seven forty, no tint
Rollie on wrist, gleaming he rock the baldy
 Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Louis, and Hallsey
 Cop chocolate thai, Vernon style and burn it down
 My [bad word] hype in the federal joint, verdict out
 Twenty years getting money in the Dirty South
 That's alleged, you see my [bad word] s a stand up dude
So I'm yelling free my [bad word]  My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too
 For what his hands usually call for but he ain't do it

 [Hook: Victoria Monet]
Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am
Cause where I'm from, man
 What I see you wouldn't understand
 Where I been and what I do
 No matter how you try you never can
 Cause where I'm from
 What I see you wouldn't understand
 Where I been, where I been

 [Verse 2]
You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver
 Not me, call me Lucky Nas Casalana
Or been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived
And praise God with a bullet I never collided
Some did and they lived
 I salute the gods
Moet spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for y'all
N.Y. [bad word]  Adidas, jogging suit
Shelltoes, slim, fly [bad word] Hudson River, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat
 And vintage Fila like I'm the ghost of Domencio
 On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle
 Like a old BK gangsta, but I'm the CEO
 Of Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men
My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends
 Dedication, hard work, routine builds character
In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers
 Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it
Break through walls like Pink Floyd
And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol y'all
 Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3]
 Now holla at a millionaire
Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear
 Who to [bad word]  what to drive
 550 with the cream guts inside
Or the Super Sport Range [bad word] is fly
 Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, [bad word]  Gat's on us, I don't really [bad word] these guys
 Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties
If she beautiful, the lustful type
 I'll hit it and bust inside [bad word] it, I'mma die one day
They gon' probably make that day a holiday
Until then, let's go on a shopping spree
 Speaking for my real niggas, only OGs
 Certified who kill niggas when put in that seat
 But tonight we on chill [bad word]  chill mode
Spill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay
 It's like we always on the grind with no brakes
 So tonight we gon' act like we on vacation with this on rotation

 [Hook]

 [Outro]
 [bad word] [bad word]  yeah
 For my hood niggas, yeah, yeah
To my man Eric what up, yeah
 The whole city, I see you
 To my man Big Slate in the fed joint
 My man Spunk, free my niggas
 All my niggas, yeah
 Club Vernon, I see you
 I see you, yeah
 And Baltum, I see you