作曲 : Nasir Jones/Chauncey Hollis Jr
INTRO
Shout my young New York niggas out there on that drill shit
Yeah
Yeah
Ayo, yo let me try this shit out right here
VERSE 1
The scars of martyrs
The path of bastard seeds
Effects of absentee fathers passed on with ease
Hope the babies eat healthier, and may we get wealthier
They was not givin’ we ask for forgiveness, not permission
Whole clique is eachother’s counselor
Holdin’ sticks without a hockey puck
Can’t co-sign ‘em, them niggas not with us
Hop on a private jet with twelve ‘tenants
Right when I land, the chopper to Manhattan is 12 minutes
I put the real in real nigga that’s on my momma though
Homie you gotta feel me from Cali out to the Callio
Slicker than Desi Arnez on my Copa Cabana flow
In Houston with a thick one eatin’ at Papadeaux
Shit it was written
Choppin’ up competition
Palms itchin’ bohemian growth couldn’t get Nas to visit
I seen both ends of the ladder, ain’t see no silver platter
Fiction don’t even matter we don’t ask for the cameras
Guess they used to the ego havin’ head in the air
Hollywood Gangsta, goons with ‘em everywhere
I’m the opposite smooth not spreading fear
Silver spoons never fed Nasir I’m on top and I surprise ‘em
I’m on top and I surprise ‘em
VERSE 2
Velour fashions
World tour jackets
I turned to a hoarder I don’t need more baggage
Everybody lyin’ telling stories backwards
Like my song Rewind then store autographin’
To take it back in time, to today I’m smashin’
Flick out ashes, flip girls on a mattress
We get it crackin’ without the attachments
Her - My heart is cold as Aspen
Both of us laughin’
I put the New in New York
I’m home
All of the watches stay on the Eastern time zone
Throwin’ parties whenever I’m feeling godly
White linen parties for whenever we make a million dollars
Nas think he too good to pull up on us
See me at a baby shower with some OGs from Corona
Sippin’ liquor taking photos and I slid with a cougar
Could’a pulled a young love but I took who was cuter
Esco relaxed in hood I ain’t come with a shooter
They asked what I’m doin’ they said I was already proven
Who said I’m too comfortable around on my regular shit
You know I’m a rare nigga but ghetto as shit
Guess they used to the ego havin’ head in the air
Hollywood Gangsta, goons with ‘em everywhere
I’m the opposite smooth not spreading fear
Silver spoons never fed Nasir I’m on top and I surprise ‘em
And I surprise ‘em, uh yeah
I ain’t sayin’ don’t have your goons with you
I’m on top it’s not surprising
But when you get a lil’ older you move different
Yeah
I’m on top and I keep rising (rising)
Uh huh
Early morning
I’m on top
To the dawn and… I’m on top
Yeah
I can’t be stopped, why even try
Hollywood gangsta
I’m the opposite of that
Ha!