Filme-Nicoleta Matei

[00:01.74]I want y'all to see this like film. [00:03.61] [00:05.30]C-Sick on production, [00:06.72] [00:07.62]Nas on the vocal.. let's go [00:09.31] [00:09.53]Life's a fog at night red brake lights [00:11.99]The freeway beside a restaurant [00:13.45]Cold egg whites sat on my plate like [00:15.16]3 AM this is a spot frequented by some made men [00:18.47]I'm high on hemp a fly old pimp [00:20.40]Just walked in, his suit was shark skin, [00:22.15]He woke me up from some of the thoughts I'm lost in [00:24.51]What fame does to ******, change love to bitterness [00:27.01]Friends to fiends for the audience screams ridiculous [00:29.54]Jumped up, paid the tab got in my Benz and went [00:32.09]To my old housing tenement, visit my old friends [00:35.02]Some show love and some are envious [00:37.21]Some got the heart of gold, some venomous [00:39.49]At times I wanna go back to being penniless [00:41.99]Ignorance is bliss, i love being innocent [00:44.47]Ugh, but life's got me on the fence again [00:46.94]And all is real so all's worth mentioning. [00:49.25] [00:49.41]If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness [00:53.99]Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with [00:58.84]Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like film [01:05.44] [01:08.58]Ice on gold from mossbergs to golf clubs [01:11.10]Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I chose [01:13.28]Bandanna over the eye, Dior sandals [01:15.93]Car doors rise with no touch of the handles [01:18.27]Capiche? Capri style, it's on beaches and islands [01:20.95]Far from police sirens at least for a weekend [01:23.30]Then it's back to the streets creepin [01:25.09]I'd like to make a free toast of champagne on behald of this ***** speaking [01:28.51] [01:29.41]Add a splash to the Seagrams [01:30.96]Roll the hash for my world renowned goons this evening [01:33.47]As i circle the table like Babe Ruth [01:35.90]Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake dude [01:38.21]Bat to the brain with brute force [01:39.95]Splatter my cream velour suit [01:41.63]They hit me with lawsuit [01:42.84]I slip in your whore coupe [01:44.18]Your b*tch hate you, word to Jesus [01:45.57]Bet you never knew she toot yay and play with a gay crew [01:48.00]OGs hate to make way for the new [01:50.19]Young ****** want Polo ain't f*cking with J Crew [01:52.82]It's safe to say I was once young and innocent [01:55.38]But look what I know now, is all worth mentioning [01:57.75] [01:57.89]If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness [02:02.63]Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with [02:07.43]Memories real, still ill, now I appear (appeal?) crisp like film [02:14.26] [02:16.57]I speak to the street life [02:18.31]The executive chief types [02:19.89]The felons, young mothers with kids they trying to feed right [02:22.61]The botega wearers modern day Che Guevaras [02:25.30]Cuz I barely survived crazy eras [02:27.30]Honest, always make good on my promise [02:29.49]I don't talk it I do it you can hold me to it [02:31.85]I was born to this life I didn't invent it [02:34.18]But I'd be wrong not to take a few meal tickets [02:36.40]You and I are real different, we don't share the same beliefs [02:39.42]Fight in the ring or buy ringside seats [02:41.83]Either you like beef or you like to spectate [02:44.04]Give me gloves, and I'ma do it how the refs say [02:46.52]We touch em and we come out tussling [02:48.52]The ghetto is my garden of eden [02:50.47]So I keep bobbing and weaving [02:52.37]It's intense so I'm hardly breathing [02:54.33]KO, and the winner is Nas, that's how the scene ends [02:56.50] [03:15.88][02:56.83]If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness [03:20.91][03:01.32]Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with [03:25.80][03:06.18]Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like film [03:32.64][03:13.02]