The Don

Super Cat

New York girls Dem A mad ova wi

Nas the Don

In a new york city

Yea.. yea

Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle

Hope I don’t catch a homo (homicide)

Grossing our net

Simultaneously making me climb higher, heinous crimes behind me

Search but can’t find me

Fuck sadness

Had this been you havin’ this lavish

Habitual happiness at me you wouldn’t look backwards

You would have sex on condominium roof decks

So anyone move next

I’ll hit you with two techs

Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy

My Columbiana mommy ridin beside me

Every tat mean something, that’s my word on my body

I’ll have to lean something wit that Mossberg shotty

My niggas is ignant, put lead in yo pigment

Just cuz y’all was mad at all the years I was getting it

In 97 the six

98 the Bentley

Now it’s the Ghost Phantom

And ya’ll can’t stand ‘em but

Nas the Don

In a new york city

Army Jacket swag Army jacket green and black

Wit the square top pocket that snaps

Where the gas at?

Pass that, not you

You hold cracks in your ass crack

I never did that, my sock where my stash was at

Yo I used to listen to that red alert and rap attack

I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that

Cuttin school with Preme team at phat cat was at

Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat

Now im the one that’s reppin Queens

Way beyond your wildest dreams

Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team

That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans

20 years in this game lookin 17

I don’t lean: no codeine, promethazine

I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king

Although he’s on to another chapter

Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to

Blah

Yeah yeah

New York is like an Island a big Rikers Island

The cops be out wildin, all I hear is sirens

It’s all about surviving same old two step

Tryna stay alive when

They be out robbin, I been out rhyming

Since born knowledge like prophet Muhammad

Say the ink from a scholar

Worth more than the blood of a martyr

So I’mma

Keep it on til I see billion dollars

Keep your friends close and ya enemies closer

Love model chocha mommy pop it like she suppose to

Eyes red shot like I’m never sober

Big time smoker Indonesian doja

Minis me you can hold up before you get all wet up from my soldiers

Don shit

Under fire I remain on some calm shit

This for every ghetto and the hood

Nas the Don and Supercat the Don Dotta

Understood