The Art of It
    (专辑: The Lost Tapes II - 2019)
    
    Fire spitter, I 
ain't never met a 
higher nigga  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 niggas try to keep up with what I'm doing  D 
cups, tequila and blunts  Weed, 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 bitch to roll his weed up for him  My niggas in Mount Vernon keep it G'd up for him  Speaking of G, the 
gat I'm 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, nigga  We blowing trees, tell me, don't it feel good, nigga?   Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it?  La-la-la  Put that good shit in the 
air (Yeah)  La-la-la  Niggas in the 
hood don't live forever (My G 
niggas)  As long as we together (My QB niggas)  We gon' put that good shit in the 
air (Yeah)  La-la-la   Another bullet manufactured, another man in his casket  Fuck maintaining, that's lame language  Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, I 
duck quick  Seen fire flashes, the 
type of fire that spit out a 
magnum  And I'm 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, he's a 
sprinter  Police agenda, lock up niggas for three winters  When I 
attack I'm 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 
ain't that  Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last   Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it?  La-la-la  Put that good shit in the 
air (Yeah)  La-la-la  Niggas in the 
hood don't live forever (My G 
niggas)  As long as we together (My QB niggas)  We gon' put that good shit in the 
air (Yeah)  La-la-la   Look, I 
don't have that much time, candidly, I'm in divorce  Rumors, DUIs, in and out of court  Different judges, assault charges hovers on your boy  Other niggas' wives lust to be under covers with your boy  Y'all don't want an angry Nas on your label  Y'all got plenty checks, CEO, man  I'm only 36 but if it's— point five on the 
table  I 
say with all respect my dude  Thank you, we had the 
best times but I'm about respect, I'm about the 
talent I 
possess  Never know, there could just be a 
time when I'm 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 I'm deceased to honor me  So my product'll be a 
big commodity  Not bothered if my son and daughter eat off of me  Cautiously I 
write this next line honestly 'cause I'm a 
G, there's no beef  I 
used to open off making fifty Gs  But now I 
spend that on a 
diamond to make her neck freeze  My larynx'll serenade the 
hood  I 
tell the 
cops my blood dirty, they say I'm all good  TMZ, they hoping when the 
marriage end I'ma turn to Larry Flynt  Nas is not the 
average gent, I'm on my classy shit  Here's one small percent of what y'all in store to get  More real nigga shit   Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it?  La-la-la  Put that good shit in the 
air (Yeah)  La-la-la  Niggas in the 
hood don't live forever (My G 
niggas)  As long as we together (My QB niggas)  We gon' put that good shit in the 
air (Yeah)  La-la-la