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• Artiste: Nas
• Titre: My Life Is Real
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What a life "It's true that they underestimate you" My life is real "So I'm frontin' on 'em every chance I get, to be honest" Wavy hair, mystique, up in this bitch, deep Chain with some sick feet, corner of 10th Street Scoop me in a MPV, I'm holdin' big heat Soloist vocalist, maestro, this fish grease Rest in peace Polo, he see us, our wishes with G Just like Ra, E — me and Preem, this history Young ones, abuelas, Jesus candles, bodegas Hallways playing some Gang Starr Who is that? They gon' say, "Nas" Look at us now, De La, Mobb, Rae, Ghost, and Rick Big up Big L, Prodigy, Trugoy, they live Martyrs, if you will, a Legend Has It cartel I'm on Jets with Giants: I'm Bill Parcells PTSD, project trauma still dwells Happiness gotta be in you, money can't help So salute to the men that, never hit the pen, black We go to the bread and still live to spend that What a life, I'm a man, I'ma die about it Feel a pain, but I'm not gon' cry about it Tell the truth, 'cause there no reason to lie about it (Invisible fingers playin' chords on my haunted piano) I'm a man, I'ma die about it Feel a pain, but I'm not gon' cry about it Tell the truth, 'cause there no reason to lie about it (Invisible fingers playin' chords–) Already classic before you heard it, the spoiler was all my feature verses I lined it up kinda perfect and then I hurled it Rhymes in my mind like pearls and oysters Boss of bosses, Morpheus on my bullshit The illest style right here, 'til I got white hair Gettin' foul-type stares, we ahead, light-years We come out, the ship starts, so let the fifth spark Turn the light switch off, drive a block, switch cars Toss our facemask and glove, damn, I just caught a buzz Pulled another hit on a beat, guess who the victim was? Guess who get reconfigured? The whole industry does Premier, you my nigga because we became the men our mothers prayed for Maybe even exceeded they expectations, or Maybe they always knew, while tyin' up our baby shoes What was waitin', that brew in the souls of a chosen few This ain't just talk, it's true What a life, I'm a man, I'ma die about it Feel a pain, but I'm not gon' cry about it Tell the truth, 'cause there no reason to lie about it (Invisible fingers playin' chords on my haunted piano) I'm a man, I'ma die about it Feel a pain, but I'm not gon' cry about it Tell the truth, 'cause there no reason to lie about it (Invisible fingers playin' chords–) My life is real