[Verse 2: Nas]
You ever✦ been on the other✦ end of a robber's revolver?
Not me, call me Lucky✦ Nas Castellana
Or been shot in the medulla oblongata
And survived and praise God with a bullet I never✦ collided
Some did and they lived,✦ I salute✦ the Gods
Moët spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for y'all
N.Y. nigga,✦ Adidas,✦ jogging suit
Shell toes, slim, fly nigga✦
Hudson✦ River,✦ rent a boat,t-shirt with a dinner✦ coat
A vintage Fila✦ like I'm the ghost of Domencio
On any✦ day getting throat in a tinted✦ vehicle
Like a old BK gangsta, but I'm the CEO
Of Nasty✦ Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men
My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends
Dedication,✦ hard work, routine builds character
In a world full of snakes,✦ rats and scavengers
Never✦ make choices out of desperation,✦ I think through it
Break through walls like Pink Floyd
And drink fluids, of all kind of alcohol, y'all
Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes✦
[Chorus: Victoria Monét]
Who you are ain't in the recipe✦ of what I am
'Cause where I'm from
Man, what I see, you wouldn't understand✦
Where I been and what I do
No matter✦ how you try you never✦ can
'Cause where I'm from
And what I see, you wouldn't understand✦
Where I been, where I been
[Verse 3: Nas]
Now holla✦ at a millionaire
Rollie, Hublot✦ and Audemar, deciding which one to wear
Who to screw, what to drive
550 with the cream guts inside✦
Or the Super✦ Sport Range truck is fly
Diamond ring on my knuckles, like fire, bitch
Gats on us, I don't really✦ trust these guys
Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties✦
If she beautiful, the lustful type, I'll hit it and bust inside✦
Fuck it, I'ma✦ die one day
They gon' probably make that day a holiday
Until then, let's go on a shopping spree
Speaking for my real niggas✦
Only✦ OGs, certified who kill niggas✦
When put in that seat, but tonight✦ we on chill, nigga✦
Chill mode,spill more Spades✦
Listen✦ to Yeezy✦ and Hov, some Rozay✦
It's like we always✦ on the grind with no brakes✦
So tonight✦ we gon' act like we on vacation✦ with this on rotation✦
[Chorus: Victoria Monét (Nas)]
Who you are ain't in the recipe✦ of what I am (word)
'Cause where I'm from (yeah)
Man, what I see you wouldn't understand✦
Where I been and what I do
(Y'all wouldn't understand,✦ huh)
No matter✦ how you try you never✦ can
(You wouldn't last a day in my shoes, homie)
'Cause where I'm from (yeah)
And what I see, you wouldn't understand✦
Where I been, where I been
[Outro: Nas]
True B nigga,✦ yeah, uhh
For my hood niggas,✦ yeah, yeah
To my man Eric B, what up, yeah
The whole city,✦ I see you
To my man Big Slate in the Fed joint
My man Spunk, free my niggas✦
All my niggas,✦ yeah
Club Vernon,✦ I see you, I see you, yeah
And Baltum, I see you