[Verse 1: Nas]. I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all feds. Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheads. Abrochrombie & Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman.
Rest in peace to Black Just. Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck. Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome. Definition of good nigga, yo.
I'm so sick without ya baby. Not even a doctor can save me now. Pick up the phone, why you playing?. You know I hate leaving voice mails, but fuck it.
When I'm with you I only feel completeness. I can taste love on my lips. It's so hard to conceal. The weakness caused by your fingertips. . If I told you just.