Lost Freestyle

In our younger days we were so in love And the thought of losing you was enough Can't lose me... [Verse: Nas] Who be the holy prophet, they watchin’ with all his posture? His Rothstein goggle game be the dopest, he gots to Be from the 80s era His tint is shade Carrera, Queens forever Green pipe seats, clean Panamera Amateur Hanna-Barbera characters know they envy The illest Hennessy Black sipper with loaded semis You pick of the week, voted-in rappers you go against me You can't tantalize a call girl with just a roll of pennies Can't bait a lion in ya trap without a tranquilizer You enterin’ a boxing ring with no trainer beside ya My Panerai watch glows like Avatar Caviar black diamonds, can you imagine, y'all? Take it from a rich man plate, kick in his door 'Cause his war with the bloodsuckers of the poor The first shall be last, that's just universal law Pop the cork, the Perrier-Jouët pours, like this, uhh