[Verse 1: Nas]
Through the lights, cameras, and action, glamour, glitters, and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on [bad word]  police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle
Holdin’ weed inside they [bad word] with they minds on the
Pretty things in life, gettin props is a [bad word] thug's wife
It's like a cycle, [bad word] home, some'll go in
Do a [bad word] back and do the same [bad word] again
From the womb to the tomb, I presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

[Hook] x4
Here's a toast to my foes, trees, & women
(Déjà Vu)
It's Like Whole New Beginning...

[Verse 2: Nas]
Blunts, thugs and alcohol, what a mixture
Just picture, ya life as a whole judged in court they convict ya
They telling you your state of mind, like you worthless
So he curses, his mom saying Bible verses
That's all she works with
But miracles never leave the churches
Instead, it hits the pockets of the Preacher just to purchase
house, with a swimming pool
Labels me a sinning fool
I'm just a [bad word] who inherited a winning jewel
To be a trendsetter, whenever subject to respect
This and all respect through is the essential
To street life, hustlin’ the [bad word] broke ghettos
Boiling coke settles, slow inside a glass kettle
There's a Lee V on my T.V
Lifestyles of living easy
Got my crew tense, plottin’ to jips, to get whips with BBS
Pushing cakes, knew anorexics with ten plates
Celebrating elevation in the seeds that we make

So How You Like That?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nas]
Escobar life, gems and raw Tims
Gators for pretty boy haters
In Vegas with chicks trickin’ fortunes
I'm glistening, bells of cops whistling
Still I'm drifting in a high, blunts is like insulin
95-I, I drive high zoning
Stash box zoning my [bad word]  I flash not, teeth golden
Look at me now Ma
Blowin’ but for how far?
Cars, Cash, and [bad word] got me out more
And things you never dreamed I can vouch for
Snake niggas, slither on the A-alikes
I ain't a Christian, but I find that we pray alike
Never the one to ask for the time to a saint
mask and Nine, I think, will make my problems sink
Down a canal, similar to how we drink
Distinct diamond-flooded Sphinx shines on my links [bad word] money, snortin’ [bad word]  in the end of times
Got my nine, till I flatline, [bad word] give me mine

Déjà vu x4