40-16 Building Lyrics – Nas
That 70’s ***
*** pressed on
Teflon
I got so many kids in the game it’s like a gender revealing
I got that feeling, Lionel Richie, Dancin’ on the Ceilin’
Hope it resemble a Van Gogh when you paint me the villain
The hate is real but you should know that the love is way realer
Crafty with a pen way before I could pack ’em in
Nasty with dreads a slim teen, young, I was passionate
A brand new book crackling sound when you open I’m writing gems
I make gospel in the booth it might sound like I’m writing hymns
Put designer with the Timbs, wow
They wanna run with my style
40-16 Building bussin’ ’em down
And the fiends was like employees bringin’ customers ’round
Hurricane waters niggas had dreams of flooding the town
Weather report lookin’ rainy but I skate through it daily
In a new grey Mercedes, waterproof Jordan Laney’s
Some sizzling, scorchin’, handsomely how they gotta pay me
Every recording off the head I’m in the studio lately
(Nas, Nas)
I don’t bang but I’m makin’ that Crip
Let my *** run in the Webster while I blaze in the whip
Take my quotes
I’m here to give hope
Start a company from one of my phrases
We in the age of lettin’ dumb *** *** your kingdom
Body bags for no reason
Young ***, blunts lit, slurring off of the Seagram’s
Hell with it, creep through the shadows
Eyes wide open, Thai still smokin’
Break screechin’ he’s tweakin’
He see himself way different than we see him
He speak as if these mean streets was only his region
*** everybody’s squeezin’
Niggas know what I came in this game with
I’m not a entertainer, that’s just a disclaimer
For what I’m ’bout to say
Famous people sayin’ they hate bein’ famous
Millionaires hate it
People take just to feel like they made it
Whoever claim that you changed ’cause the money came
They’d do the same if they saw their name on a hundred thangs
Pardon the hater’s it’s my billi behavior
If they don’t say I’m the G.O.A.T, that’s just silly behavior
It’s the ones you grew up with
That’s with the dumb ***
They want you slumped, ’cause you get love
Ain’t that some ***?
Twenty trucks at the awards we be movin’ so crazy
I don’t buy into the hype I’m in the studio lately
It’s the ones you grew up with
That’s with the dumb ***
They want you slumped, ’cause you get love
Ain’t that some ***?
Twenty trucks at the awards we be movin’ so crazy
I don’t buy into the hype I’m in the studio lately
(Nas, Nas)
I don’t bang but I’m makin’ that Crip
Let my *** run in the Webster while I blaze in the whip
I’m outta here
I told niggas I was in rare from on the last album
I ain’t playin’ out here
It’s not a game
Woo