The Art of It (feat. J. Myers)

Fire spitta, I ain't never met a higher ****

Me extinguished is like Queensbridge fiendless

Mansion, marble foyer, I can afford a closet in alphabet order

A-Life, Adidas under "A", the "B" for Bottega, British Knights sneaker

My "C's" so ill, that man, I get chills when I look

At my Christian Dior's they kill

"D" is for Dries Van Noten

Young **** try to keep up with what I'm doin'

D cups, tequila and blunts, weed, women and liquor

Depending on the day, it's a different mission

They not knowin', they wanna know what he got on

A QB Don, went and got his Pete Rock on

Nas keep a fine bitch to roll his weed on

My **** in Mount Vernon keep it G'd up for him

Speaking of "G", the gat I'm good with it, hit your hood with it

44's never could miss him

Comin' to see us, glad to see you made it home to the hood ****

We blowin' trees, tell me, don't it feel good ****?

Man it feels good, it feel good, don't it?

(La, la, la)

Yeah, put that good shit in the air

(La, la, la)

**** in the hood don't live forever (My G ****)

But as long as we here together (My QB ****)

We gonna put that good shit in the air

(La, la, la)

Another bullet manufactured, another man in his casket

Fuck maintaining, that's lame language

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, I duck quick

Seen fire flashes, the type of fire that spit out of a Magnum

And I'm the type who runs to the drama, lookin' for who clappin'

Nike Boot, when I eat 'em he's like food

Pulled out the barrel, four fifths rip through bone marrow

Make his toes spiral the dirt, while his feet kick up rock

He's a sprinter, police a Jenner, lock up **** for three winters

When I attack, I'm faceless like an iron mask

Then get away quick, traceless, line back, lions path

I breathe deep like lamaze class

Live young, obtain wisdom and die last

Stressed out or in a body bag, I am that

Live young, obtain wisdom and die last

Man it feels good, it feel good, don't it?

(La, la, la)

Yeah, put that good shit in the air

(La, la, la)

**** in the hood don't live forever (My G ****)

But as long as we here together (My QB ****)

We gonna put that good shit in the air

(La, la, la)

Look, I don't have that much time, candidly I'm in divorce

Rumors, DUI's in and outta court

Different judges, assault charges, hovers on ya boy

Other **** wives lust to be in covers with ya boy

Y'all don't want no angry Nas on your label

Y'all got plenty checks, CEO man, I'm only 36

But at this point five on the table

I say with all respect my dude, thank you, we had the best times

But I'm about respect, about the talent I possess

Never know, there could just be a time when

I'm behind your desk and let you go

Could you imagine Nas the exec?

The artist owning masters, controlling your release

Probably they wanna wait 'til I'm deceased to honor me

So my product could be a big commodity

Not bothered if my son and daughter eat off of me

Cautiously I write this next line honestly, cause I'm a G

It's no beef, I used to be open to making 50 g's

But now I spend that on a dime to make her neck freeze

My larynx will serenade the hood

I tell the cops my blood dirty, they say I'm all good

TMZ, they hopin' when the marriage end, I'ma turn to Larry Flynt

Nas is not the average gent, I'm on my classy shit

Here's one small percent of what y'all in store to get

More real **** shit

Man it feels good, it feel good, don't it? (La, la, la)

Yeah, put that good shit in the air (La, la, la)

**** in the hood don't live forever (My G ****)

But as long as we here together (My QB ****)

We gonna put that good shit in the air (La, la, la)