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 Lennon's 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

What's in a name? What's in a name? Suffering and pain

Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king's 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 wasn't ready

They envy the unhappiness of the greats

They don't have a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin' for ways

To feel what Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was dealt

A Vandross, here's the cure, the antidote

A thousand milligrams, make sure you don't overdose

Turned to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the cold

Cold game, don't get exposed, stories get told

You glamorize the game, it ain't a glorious road

Rest in peace Kobe and Nip, that's off the rip

King shit, if it ain't about fam, it don't mean shit

The cure, love of 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 saw the chain, got his medallion, I won't

Insinuate imitation 'cause I copied his stomach

Kings honor kings, straight from my pops to my son's shit

Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw fish

Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist

I'm 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 I'm in life seven already

Life's 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

Decisions 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

Wasn't 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

That's 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 wasn't live enough, many lives I've 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, I'm 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 that's cool too

Every man go through the same Mondays and Fridays

Same sun, moon, and stars

It's just how you stand like a man