Rest Of My Life - Clean Album Version

Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh
 The rest of my life
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 The rest of my life
 Life, dead presidents, devilish men
 Overthrow kings from they thrones 'cause of their negligence
 Death, real shit'll start comin' to light
 Niggas you ain't like dickin' your wife, what?
 Kind and undermining, grimy, stiff corpse shapin'
 Pork bacon, double-cross Satan
 Heathen, 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 the old cat
 He'll show you streets where them big dealers drove at
 Where low-key killers let 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 roadmap
 And I'ma use that for the
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 The rest of my life
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 The rest of my
 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 14-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
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 The rest of my life
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 The rest of my
 My man gave his mummy 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 couped it, baguettes from cubics
 Might've been stupid, but I got far from 26 bars
 To ten LPs, what can him tell me? Or them? Or 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
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 The rest of my life
 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
 The rest of my