![]() ![]() ![]() I didn't have to die so that they could call me the great one Didn't take a couple albums, people said it from day one From wings with hot sauce to tuna tartare, driven in RRs From hidin' from robbery victims in back of cop cars Tatted from my neck to abdomen Almost gettin' shot was averagin' once every two weeks Blessed what I had to been These painful words, hearing these liars puttin' my name in dirt Aim and I burst, pistol practice until my fingers hurt I hit my target, uh, I up the margin What they on? You know how Nas do, don't get me started Chic, sleek and snazzy from a small family Fine taste and I hate the unsatisfactory We can gun blast or party, Great Gatsby theme Bring your first ladies or come with your new nasty thing 'Cause every other day I'm remindin' myself I reached every goal that was high on the shelf My comfort give you discomfort Just know that in the hood, they gon' bump this And I'm only strong as my circle The things that shaped me would've murked you (The things that shaped me) And I don't like to reminisce (The things that shaped me) 'Cause what we doin' right now is really lit (The things that shaped me would've murked you) ![]()
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