QB, where the fuck y’all at?
Yeah, let’s go, get started

Chain gleamin’, switchin’ lanes, two-seatin’
Hate him or love him for the same reason, wish
Can't leave it, the games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in, this

So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want
They lookin’ for a hero
I guess that makes me a hero

Another chapter of the cleanest rapper
Distinguished gentlemen crooks and castle on his back
Maybach-er, exotic lady eye-catcher
Holla at'cha, call me the chiropractor
Workin’ like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya

And of course I've been the boss since back when
Rockin’ D Boy, Fila, velor in 190 black Benz
Now, they shut down the stores and I'm shoppin’
Used to be train robbin’, face covered in stockin’, I'm him

Chain gleamin’, switchin’ lanes, two-seatin’
Hate him or love him for the same reason, wish
Can't leave it, the games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in, this

So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want
They lookin’ for a hero
I guess that makes me a hero

Rubber-grip-holder, reloader
Come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half
Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag
Young, rich, and flashy, young, bitch, I'm nasty
All black clothes till ice lay on me so classy

And every time I close my lids
I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see
Tell them angels open the door for me

From nine Berettas and movin’ raw
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That's what I call mature, that's what I call a G
That's what I call a pimp, that's what I call a gangsta to the fullest shit

I try to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I grow yearly
I can see things more clearly, that's why they fear me

Chain gleamin’, switchin’ lanes, two-seatin’
Hate him or love him for the same reason, wish
Can't leave it, the games needs him
Plus the people need someone to believe in, this

So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want
They lookin’ for a hero
I guess that makes me a hero

This universal apartheid
I'm hog-tied, the corporate side
Blockin’ y'all from goin’ to stores and buyin’ it
First L.A. and was ridin’ wit it

But Newsweek article startled big wigs
They said, "Nas, why is he tryin’ it?"
My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winnin’
Forgettin’, Nas, the only true rebel since the beginnin’

Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
Try tellin’ Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel
They can't sing what's in their soul
So untitled it is

I never change nothin' but people remember this
If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids
With new ideas bein’ told what they can and can't spit
I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma drop it

Like it or not, you ain't gotta cop it
I'm a hustler in the studio, cups of Don Julio
No matter what the CD called, I'm unbeatable, y'all
Let’s go

Yeah, Nas Incomprehensible