Filming

Nas - Film

I want y'all to see this like film.

C-Sick on production,

Nas on the vocal.. let's go

Life's a fog at night red brake lights

The freeway beside a restaurant

Cold egg whites sat on my plate like

3 AM this is a spot frequented by some made men

I'm high on hemp a fly old pimp

Just walked in, his suit was shark skin,

He woke me up from some of the thoughts I'm lost in

What fame does to ******, change love to bitterness

Friends to fiends for the audience screams ridiculous

Jumped up, paid the tab got in my Benz and went

To my old housing tenement, visit my old friends

Some show love and some are envious

Some got the heart of gold, some venomous

At times I wanna go back to being penniless

Ignorance is bliss, i love being innocent

Ugh, but life's got me on the fence again

And all is real so all's worth mentioning.

If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness

Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with

Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like film

Ice on gold from mossbergs to golf clubs

Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I chose

Bandanna over the eye, Dior sandals

Car doors rise with no touch of the handles

Capiche? Capri style, it's on beaches and islands

Far from police sirens at least for a weekend

Then it's back to the streets creepin

I'd like to make a free toast of champagne on behald of this ***** speaking

Add a splash to the Seagrams

Roll the hash for my world renowned goons this evening

As i circle the table like Babe Ruth

Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake dude

Bat to the brain with brute force

Splatter my cream velour suit

They hit me with lawsuit

I slip in your whore coupe

Your b*tch hate you, word to Jesus

Bet you never knew she toot yay and play with a gay crew

OGs hate to make way for the new

Young ****** want Polo ain't f*cking with J Crew

It's safe to say I was once young and innocent

But look what I know now, is all worth mentioning

If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness

Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with

Memories real, still ill, now I appear (appeal?) crisp like film

I speak to the street life

The executive chief types

The felons, young mothers with kids they trying to feed right

The botega wearers modern day Che Guevaras

Cuz I barely survived crazy eras

Honest, always make good on my promise

I don't talk it I do it you can hold me to it

I was born to this life I didn't invent it

But I'd be wrong not to take a few meal tickets

You and I are real different, we don't share the same beliefs

Fight in the ring or buy ringside seats

Either you like beef or you like to spectate

Give me gloves, and I'ma do it how the refs say

We touch em and we come out tussling

The ghetto is my garden of eden

So I keep bobbing and weaving

It's intense so I'm hardly breathing

KO, and the winner is Nas, that's how the scene ends

If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness

Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with

Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like film