LYRICS
作曲 : Chauncey Hollis Jr/Chris Martin/Corey Penn/Nasir Jones/Rakim Mayers
[Intro: Raekwon, [?], C.L. Smooth & Snoop Dogg]
Hold up, and analyze
Come on, get on, get some-
Listen close as I prove my point
We do our things son
Hold up, and analyze
Come on, get on, get some-
Listen close as I prove my point
Ready to make an entrance so back on up
[Chorus: Nas & A$AP Rocky]
Yeah, no comparison, we more solid than they are (Uh)
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like new Gang Starr (Uh)
Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God (Yeah)
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Wake up out the bed, scruffy, sparkin' my J
Shine my nickel-plated, then I'm startin' my day
My old lady called me, "Baby," told her, "Pardon my age"
Twelve shells in the gauge like a carton of eggs
We goin' home like Eric Cartman, chromosomes on my conscience
Hear some niggas talkin' nonsese, call up Nasty Nastradamus
Rock the pearls and diamonds, break the promise, break her wallets
Break her heart and break her pockets, takin' notes like guidance counselors
Aristocrat like a chancellor, the answer to the, uh, panhandlers
The corners with the mans is up, the jig is up, the scams is up
Yeah, they hands is up, lookin' in the crowd, yeah
Tryin' to **** the world, but my pants still up
Tryin' to invest to all my Gs before we rest in peace
Before we rest in peace, the rest is set
The record is set as soon as I release
The room is streets, I roam the streets with no security
They know a nigga overseas, uh
Kinda swag that's passed from your mom and dad
Prada bags and we cheesin' on them Calvin ads (Yeah, yeah)
Might've peeped the billboards fifty feet when out in traffic (Yeah, yeah)
Starin' at a nigga's pictures, shit, you bound to crash (Uh, yea, yeah)
[Chorus: Nas]
No comparison, we more solid than they are
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like new Gang Starr
Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God
[Break: Raekwon, Nas, [?] & A$AP Rocky]
Hold up, and analyze (Yeah)
A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
Come on, get on, get some-
Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah
[Verse 2: Nas]
Wake up out the bed, wrap my durag up
Say a prayer, I'm thankin' God that mom dukes had us
Monotone style like Guru on some Preemo cuts
Crewneck by McQueen, go ****
Jewels over my white hoodie like Juvie in '9-8
It's movies that I make, Peruvian white flake
It tore the community at a high rate, adversity I faced
I roll my own gas to make sure that it's not laced
Damn, I used to hit the block hopin' they see me
Watchin' Video Music Box, sittin' close to the TV
I was inspired by Whodini and Kool G
Got my first par of J's, thought I was two-three (air)
Invest in all my G's before we rest in peace
'Cause we sure to rest in peace
My shorty is a piece, a piece of mind, a dime piece
I might buy her a piece of property
You might've had some joints
But ain't nothin' like me and Rocky seen
[Chorus: Nas]
No comparison, we more solid than they are
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like new Gang Starr
Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God
[Break]
Come on, get on, get some-
A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
We do our things son
Listen close as I prove my point
[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Tell Hit we got a hit, ayy, ayy
Tell Hit we got a hit, ayy
Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah