One Of Us

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You could die young out here
 Mess around and die before 21 out here
 Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets in the dresser
 She not asking questions
 She seen the vests and seen other kids in the casket resting
 Weed so loud they got surround sound
 Smoking good shit cause they tryna take me back to some hood shit
 Any club, any fly fair
 If they start shooting all they remember is Nas was there
 Some homies of yours bangin' affiliation on their personal time
 Conflict with business can hurt down the line
 It's something that you ain't have nothing to do with
 Your man conversation end up getting you hit
 Learn how to draw the line from when we hang with the shooters
 Strippers, dealers and killers, leaches and opportunists
 Where I come from it's ruthless, air you out from the Ubers
 Tutored by coke movers, put holes through ya'
 You wouldn't get that from me though, you'd overlook me
 Looking like I just get to that money and stay in some pussy
 Got a pretty real dope life
 Fly nigga from the other side, hecklers, PKs, 9's and .45's
 7.62's, deer-hunting rifle shells, life is hell
 Pussy sweeter than wine tasting
 But we won't self-indict ourselves
 Be our own prosecutor, won't 25-to-life ourselves
 We bout that moolah, rich shooters
 You getting money, got a body then you one of us
 Trust
 You getting money, got a body then you one of us
 Calculating, touching money, these niggas masturbating
 Tailored clothes, fashion magazines, they fascinated
 Double-M umbrella, the feds call it tax shelter
 Hit a million, they conspire to send the rats at you
 Cha-cha-cha-cha, slide, catch me on that other side
 Foreign cars, private jets, high rate of homicide
 Marc Jacobs chocolate diamonds, they for my white bitch
 Atheist, but her pussy could be so righteous
 Follow the rules, never let a man take your jewels
 And if he do, double back make sure he make the news
 It ain't arrest, they ain't a pussy til it's time to bust
 You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us
 You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us
 Trust
 You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us
 Dice game, head crackers, time to get it back
 Only one in the studio that could get a pack
 Raw deal, rob a nigga like it's on my appeal
 Closest friends do us best, regardless how I feel
 Went to the line and got 'em bitches on the same day
 Straight to the jeweler, and did the watches the same way
 Young sav on face time, talking cake time
 Next crib I build got to cross state lines
 Niggas hate how I wear my heart on my sleeve
 And half the team, got the choppers with the shoulder slings
 It ain't a rust, stay in the trap til you a hundred up
 You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us
 You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us
 You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us
 

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Duration
03:13
Key
10
Tempo
84 BPM

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