Nas - Rest of My Life lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - Rest of My Life lyrics]
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh the rest of my life
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh) the rest of my
Life: dead presidents, devilish men
Overthrow king from they thrones
'cause of their negligence
Death, real shit'll start comin' to light
Niggas you ain't like dickin' your wife
What? Kind of undermining, grimy
Stiff corpse shapin'
Pork bacon, double-cross Satan
Heathens, non-god-fearing
Lace thong wearing demons
But glory go to God, y'all beneath him
If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat
He'll show you streets where them
Big dealers drove at
Where low-key killers let the fo' clap
Blocka-blocka-blocka oh
The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows
Everything a hood brother think he needs yo
You'll find a goal in
A ghetto superstar's roadmap
And I'ma use that for the
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh the rest of my life
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh the rest of my
Burnt-out, kicked to the curb
So I had to learn how to turn
Around a hundred thou' real fast
In '95 that was my last
I went back to the ave thinkin'
Rap's a thing of the past
Rest in peace E Money Bags no more cabs
Got caught with the ratchet in the stash
Lawyer want cash
My ba'y bro blast burners at cats who got jel
They burnt a Range with a Molotov cocktail
My little man got fourteen-years
For car-jackin' a undercover
Them cops swear, my little nigga told on me
I'm thinkin', "Hello, where's the L-O-V-E"
Pigs play games
My little man'll never say names
Word to his pops with elephant veins
They both locked-up still, word to Will
I'll make it and chill for the
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh the rest of my life
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh the rest of my
My man gave his mommy coke
So she wouldn't hit the block
All crazy for the smoke damn, nigga
Could you picture you supplyin' your own moms
So she don't have to bone for dimes?
Or give dome for nicks' in
The roof of the projects
Where dogs shit and piss
Yeah, we all plan to get rich but
It's all about how it's executed
Lexus coup-ed, baguettes from cubics
Might've been stupid
But I got far from twenty-six bars
To ten LPs
What can him tell me? Or them? Or y'all?
I'm Nas on a track that's unorthodox
Like my life could've been offed by the cops
Told y'all, nas will prevail by the book
When it's up for sale about the rest
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh the rest of my life
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh the rest of my
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh) the rest of my
Life: dead presidents, devilish men
Overthrow king from they thrones
'cause of their negligence
Death, real shit'll start comin' to light
Niggas you ain't like dickin' your wife
What? Kind of undermining, grimy
Stiff corpse shapin'
Pork bacon, double-cross Satan
Heathens, non-god-fearing
Lace thong wearing demons
But glory go to God, y'all beneath him
If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat
He'll show you streets where them
Big dealers drove at
Where low-key killers let the fo' clap
Blocka-blocka-blocka oh
The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows
Everything a hood brother think he needs yo
You'll find a goal in
A ghetto superstar's roadmap
And I'ma use that for the
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh the rest of my life
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh the rest of my
Burnt-out, kicked to the curb
So I had to learn how to turn
Around a hundred thou' real fast
In '95 that was my last
I went back to the ave thinkin'
Rap's a thing of the past
Rest in peace E Money Bags no more cabs
Got caught with the ratchet in the stash
Lawyer want cash
My ba'y bro blast burners at cats who got jel
They burnt a Range with a Molotov cocktail
My little man got fourteen-years
For car-jackin' a undercover
Them cops swear, my little nigga told on me
I'm thinkin', "Hello, where's the L-O-V-E"
Pigs play games
My little man'll never say names
Word to his pops with elephant veins
They both locked-up still, word to Will
I'll make it and chill for the
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh the rest of my life
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh the rest of my
My man gave his mommy coke
So she wouldn't hit the block
All crazy for the smoke damn, nigga
Could you picture you supplyin' your own moms
So she don't have to bone for dimes?
Or give dome for nicks' in
The roof of the projects
Where dogs shit and piss
Yeah, we all plan to get rich but
It's all about how it's executed
Lexus coup-ed, baguettes from cubics
Might've been stupid
But I got far from twenty-six bars
To ten LPs
What can him tell me? Or them? Or y'all?
I'm Nas on a track that's unorthodox
Like my life could've been offed by the cops
Told y'all, nas will prevail by the book
When it's up for sale about the rest
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh the rest of my life
Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh the rest of my