.Verse 1
Yea, yea, yo, yea, yea, for niggaz up in there moms crib, listening
To this un adultrarated Nas shit wishing it was them instead of me
On this track on this beach wit palm trees, drinks with umbrella straws
Telling it raw. Jungle of concrete killas and snakes I was amongst th.
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