Godfather 4 (feat. Nas)

Chicago, you're still shootin' up?

And Boston, y'all still shootin' up? (Yeah)

And Queensbridge stay shootin' up

Even in Wichita, it's wicked y'all

You see a mic stand, lit up under the spotlight

A silhouette of a man, slayin' beats that knock right

I treasure whenever **** or rhetoricals hit

Orchestral tracks and nail it, smooth black velvet

And rap intelligent but then it's just a low percent

Who blow on some Nas, B.I.G. and Hova shit

No offense but I was over with findin' young spitters with names I remember

Dave

J Rozay

Dissin' your idols kill your future unless your idol souped up

Jamaica Ave, Nas, cherry drop, couped up

Still hittin' clubs, grimy **** occasionally shoot up

Bang-bang, pow-pow, these snorters still toot up

My dead granddad came to my cousin through a psychic

I don't really like it, pay prices for afterlife advisements

Kinda double jumble, prefer to take my chances

Who gets out alive?

Nobody got the answers

All we got it questions

I told my bitch she hit the genetic lottery

Love it when she lie to me

A friendship is built over time and trust too

But trust is a contract that constantly needs to be renewed

For peace and solitude

Peace and solitude

P-P-P-Peace and solitude

Trust me and love me, I trust you and love you

Could you, could you, could you really show love?

Like a tree fallin' in the middle of the forest

Nobody heard your shit drop, it's really garbage

How come rappers you claimin' I got my style from?

Never pow and tint from a mitt

No diss to them, man who got it in

This is now, that was then

Different style, different Benz

It's clear there's a difference

You resortin' to, uh, distortin' the truth

Grind, my offspring needs juice, walk in my shoes

Yo, big bro, I'm from the ice pick era, light-skinned terror

Thought I could sell this dope until my life get better

Hieroglyphics got 'em tatted on us so it's hard to miss us

Reminiscin', my uncle sniffin' the Lionel Richie

Soul Train over breakfast, Lexus across the Triborough

They not thorough

How you my brother?

You not Eric

Soul Train over breakfast, Lexus across the Triborough

You not thorough

You not my brother

You not Jungle

A whisper of death, a kiss of life

From Sade lips, my wish for life

My neck wearin' exotic material, so excited I'm still here with you

I cried about it with a sinister smile

Was notable, I've been winnin' awhile, I'm a dazzler

Ancient astronaut from the Dogon tribe

Gangsta tatted up, time-travelin' Nas

How I'm unravelin' this major paper

And blast **** like a Navy laser

System activated, board the cabin orderly

Fashion, I'm glad you made it

I'm the captain, flight time, 3 minutes

Won't be servin' lunch or dinner, your comfort is my concern

You could burn it if you feel it

We'll be cruisin' at 40,000 feet

Your in-flight movie is Godfather 4 starrin' me and Dave East

First Class for the whole flight, go 'head and lean your seat back

No lunch or dinner menu but got champagne if you drink that

Stewardess is models, gelato

You could bring it on, the pilot cool

I snuck in the cabin so I could see the storm

Joe Clark the one that they leanin' on

I just took my shoes off

Shorty across the aisle look like Lena Horne

40,000 feet, my Wi-Fi still crackin'

You **** is still packin'

This flight about to land

Pick your seat up, secure your area

Clean up your mess

Half the seats Louis Vuitton

We double G'd up the rest

We don't even acknowledge the ones you seem to impress

Don't forget your charger

We could fly whenever, be my guest