Rest Of My Life lyrics

Artist  : Nas 
Song : Rest Of My Life



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 The rest of my life

The rest of my



Life, dead presidents, devilishment

Overthrow kings from they thrones 'cause of they
negligence

Death, real shit'll start comin' to light

Niggaz you ain't like dickin' your wife, what?

Kind and undermining, grimy, stiff corpse
shapin'

Pork bacon, double-cross Satan, heathens

Non-God-fearing, lace thong wearing demons

But glory go to God, y'all beneath him



If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat

He'll show you streets where them big dealers
drove at

Where low-key killers with the fo' clap

Blocka-blocka-blocka, oh

The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows

Everything a hood brother think he needs, yo

You'll find a goal in a ghetto superstar's road
map

And I'ma use that for the



For the rest of my life

For the rest of my life



Burnt-out, kicked to the curb

So I had to learn how to turn around a hundred
thou' real fast

In '95 that was my last, I went back to the
ave

Thinkin', "Rap's a thing of the past"

Rest in peace E money bags, no more cabs

Got caught with the ratchet in the stash, lawyer
want cash

My ba'y bro blast burners at cats who got gell

They burnt a range with a Molotov cocktail



My little man got fourteen years for car-jackin'
a undercover

Them cops swear, my little nigga told on me

I'm thinkin', "Hello, where's the L O V E"

Pigs play games, my little man'll never say
names

Word to his pops with elephant veins

They both locked-up still, word to will

I'll make it and chill for the



For the rest of my life

For the rest of my life



My man gave his mommy coke

So she wouldn't hit the block all crazy for the
smoke

Damn nigga, could you picture you supplyin' your
own moms

So she don't have to bone for dimes?

Or give dome for nicks' in the roofs of the
projects

Where dogs shit and piss

Yeah, we all plan to get rich but it's all about
how it's executed



Lexus coup-ed, brigettes from cubics

Mighta been stupid, but I got far from twenty-six
bars

To ten LP's, what can him tell me? Of them? Of
y'all?

I'm Nas on a track that's unorthodox

Like my life coulda been offed by the cops

Told y'all, Nas will prevail by the book when
it's up for sale

About the rest



For the rest of my life

For the rest of my life