I know church people always say this, but sometimes it feels like the preacher is talking directly to you. Well, my preacher this year was Nas. From Life is Good to features to whatever, it feels like I was right there nodding my head. I guess he went through a lot more than me.
But its apples to oranges, he makes good money for what he does, I make decent money for what I do. I'm pretty sure if you ask him off the record, its not about the money, its about the kids and what "it really" takes to raise a kid....two parents.
I'm pretty sure most real rap fans are familiar with Nas work this year but if you aren't, the songs he talked to me and only me, Daughters, Roses, Bye Baby, Cherry Wine, Summer on Smash, You Wouldn't Understand. Those were off the album. If you mad at your chick or going through a breakup, don't listen to Roses. It will be the only song that you want to hear. Again, NAS captured every emotion possible of a breakup with a dumb chick. I had to actually purchase this cd. Let me repeat, I bought an album with money from a store. Yes, I know that shocks people. My favorite verse of the year. Below. Nas spazzed on this bish. It was a hidden lyrical song with Scarface on DJ Khaled's Kiss the Ring and its collection of bling bishes and blunts.
And if I cry two tears for her
That would be the most that I can give to her
I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr. Dre, O'Shea
And a host of those who passed away
Today I'm Drake, I'm Wayne, 2 Chainz
You say you want to rap, to this bitch you must commit
Then you're a slave to your grave, you won't get out, you cannot quit
She menstruates weekly, her vibe covers keep you warm
But the source to her heart is love, word up, right on
You know how girls are, she love when you licking on her world star
Kissing on her belly, trick on her at Onyx
Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic
But she's the object of my affections, God's essence, God bless her
She bought me Bentleys, Breitlings, made some friends resent me
For writing about my life, they thought I should have stayed quiet
She took me to places I would have never saw without her
And she took me from my girl powder
I doubt I'll ever be the same, hallowed be thy name
Give me strength so I don't do this dame like Orenthal James
Brad warned me while driving this auburn Ferrari
Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I'll be sorry
But I tried her used to ride her, for dollars not the fame
She slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of lean
She's a middle-aged cougar, showing young'uns the dream
Noticed she wasn't breathing for a second then I screamed
"She's dead!" and everybody took it out on Nasty
I was just looking out for my music family
Wasn't trying to claim her to myself, she's yours
You can have her she's a motherfucking whore
I fuck Hip Hop
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