The Cure

Too many changes, you changed from your greatness
Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless
The markets see you as a old-ass artist
The McCartneys live past the Lennons, but Lennons the hardest
Stay on your path, stay on your craft
They just want you to switch your lanes up so they can hate on your ass
Whats in a name? Whats in a name? Suffering and pain
Guts , blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, kings grace
I came in this thinkin you was gon be this great thing
Cause I seen the greats do it with a great queen
What these kings have in common? They had women who solid
Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who wasnt ready
They envy the unhappiness of the greats
They dont have a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin for ways
To feel what Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was dealt
A Vandross, heres the cure, the antidote
A thousand milligrams, make sure you dont overdose
Turned to a businessman, used to serve em in the cold
Cold gang, dont get exposed, stories get told
You glamorize the game, it aint a glorious road
Rest in peace Kobe and Nip, thats off the rip
King shit, if it aint about fam, it dont mean shit
The cure, love all the allure
Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, tappin in with Lord
Roll the credits
Cuban link QB chain belong in the MOMA
So boomerang, you salute my twenty-seven summers
Rolls-Royce Brigade just cause it go with the moment
Pac's on the chain, got his medallion, I wont
Insinuate imitation cause I copied his stomach
Kings honor kings, straight from my pops to my sons shit
Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw fish
Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist
Im studied like a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
On my Rick James behavior
Life is school for the soul and Im in life seven already
Lifes simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit
Everything from sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit
Still goin deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick
We looked at robbin as a way of resolving our problems
My moms cooked food, but some of my niggas was starving
And whatever they was down to do, I was with em regardless
Turns out I was hungry and was hittin the hardest
The scissor was sharper, my predictions was on it
No fortune teller, just going off regular signs
Niggas often tell ya they moves
Without a word, just reading they mind
Wasnt needin no nine
Corner executive born in ghetto hell
Where metal yell especially over necklaces
Life lessons is karma
Whatever you dish out come back as blessings or to haunt ya
Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your dishonor
Thats generational curses, they said they want the old Nas back
Play the Clue tapes for old verses
Messin my homies lives up, sayin Nas will rise em up
Like they wasnt live enough, many lives Ive touched
Can I get a witness?
Can I get a witness?
I need a witness, drinkin three at night on some Bridge shit
Wearin shorts and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge shit
Party with gangsters, gettin right on some Bridge shit (Yeah)
Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge shit
Yeah
Like Jabari , Im on some Bridge shit
Shooter live on
Kings live forever
Yeah
We go through a lot
And nobody wanna hear about what we go through
And thats cool too
Every man go through the same Mondays and Fridays
Same sun, moon, and stars
Its just how you stand like a man