Nas- The Truth Grammy-Award winning rap legend Nas has surprised fans everywhere with a holiday gift—his new project, Magic. Produced by Nas’s longtime collaborator Hit-Boy, Magic features 9 brand new tracks including “Wave Gods” ft. A$AP Rocky and DJ Premier. Magic now available at https://nas.lnk.to/Magic Magic Tracklist 1. Speechless 2. Meet Joe Black 3. Ugly 4. 40-16 Building 5. Hollywood Gangsta 6. Wu For The Children 7. Wave Gods ft. A$AP Rocky & DJ Premier 8. The Truth 9. Dedicated Follow Nas: http://instagram.com/nas http://twitter.com/nas http://facebook.com/nas Lyrics INTRO Can’t bury you with your money Can’t bury you with your bitch Born alone die alone Yeah Burn the whole place down VERSE 1 No more foul plays Housin’ mentality shoot ‘em down days Goin’ out of town with a couple of pound plays Always the one you call your friend but then his style changed Hard time for non-violent crimes, that’s a outrage We need a meetin’ Money and fame is fleetin’ You never really know the reason why two people is beefin’ Bloody murder In the 80’s he had suede Louis seats in the ‘burban Did dirty, his sentence start turnin’ Look at life, took advice from the streets of Vernon Nothin Nice, John Boy Ice, his death undetermined Pick an island anywhere for your happy soul or return it When I’m gone I pray my family don’t get the cash and burn it to the floor Black 4’s laced up Galactica glaciers, eighty-eight carats, immaculate paystubs Them niggas do a crime I drop a rhyme it’s the same rush And they been sending shots a nigga way but they ain’t struck Can’t fuck with me I been outside, since a buck fifty was the only way to get your face done Doggystyle CD turn that “Murder Was The Case” up Thinkin’ when I drop my first shit I’m leavin’ they face scrunched Black from the dark side of Vernon, draws from the dime block They had it clickin’ but today it’s some new slimes out Instagram trickin’ the hood What they cryin’ ‘bout Petty crimes, bitches and money, that’s what they lyin’ ‘bout HOOK Niggas ain’t tellin’ the truth enough (no, uh-uh no) Yall don’t look like the truth to us (Hype off that lil’ dirt you did, that ain’t shit to the kid, whoa) Niggas ain’t tellin’ the truth enough (no, uh-uh no nigga) Yall don’t look like the truth to us (Hype off that lil’ dirt you did, that ain’t shit to the kid, whoa) VERSE 2 Now you got your marching orders This shit will make your mouth water Like food grilled with wood chips Woolrich, button up flannel Lookin’ wolfish my hair wolfin’ Central bookings, simple lessons One foot on the curb, one foot in the Lexus My style is eclectic Eat you pussies for breakfast Then I offer refreshments Look all that fly shit yall harpin’ on They take the watch from your arm And cops do nothin’ about it that’s what’s goin’ on Many changes, more races When I was tourin’ the nation with warrants on probation I was a small kid amazed with the thought one day I’ll be bankin’, IV from drinkin Papi to Abu Dhabi Prolly polly with Saudis Crank the engine on a ‘74 Chevy Chevelle Shorty friend is a snake I told her her bestie ain’t real You gotta watch that As the lobster crack, I spray the baccarat Your reputation, you can’t clean that shit up at no laundromat, sucka See somebody has to say it, the boy still ain’t graduated I must say they cap the greatest (be real) My team is mature, the bags are secure Surrounded by addicts addicted to having more HOOK Niggas ain’t tellin’ the truth enough (no, uh-uh no) Yall don’t look like the truth to us (Hype off that lil’ dirt you did, that ain’t shit to the kid, whoa) Niggas ain’t tellin’ the truth enough (no, uh-uh no nigga) Yall don’t look like the truth to us (Hype off that lil’ dirt you did, that ain’t shit to the kid, whoa) #nas #magic #thetruth

• published: 24 Dec 2021
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