Nosetalgia (Live)

20 plus years of selling Johnson and Johnson I started out as a baby face monster No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience My teething ring was numbed by the nonsense Gem Star razor and a dinner plate Arm and Hammer and a Mason jar, that's my dinner date Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak Nigga, I was crack in the school zone Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two toned Four lockers, four different bitches got their mule on Black Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watches What I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a doctor Zhivago tried to fight the urge like Ivan Drago, if he dies he dies Like Doughboy to Tre, if he rides he rides Throwing punches in his room, if he cries he cries We don't drink away the pain, when a nigga die We add a link to the chain, inscribe a nigga name in your flesh We playing on a higher game of chess Once you delegate his bills, who gon' fuck his bitch the best A million megapixels of the Pyrex Started on the scale digital, my only Timex Nigga, this is timeless, simply cause it's honest Pure as the fumes that be fucking with my sinus Nigga this is Simon says, Simon red Blood on your diamonds till you dying dead, yuugh You better change what comes out your speaker Dee dee dee, dah dee, dah dee, dee dee, dah dee, day ah What is it You wanna see a dead body Instrumentals from my momma's Christmas party Troubles on my mind I still smell crime, my little brother crying Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis, either that Or my auntie was stealing it, hit the pipe and start feeling it Oh wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that This was different, geez, Louise please help me relax Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in When I was ten, back when nine ounces had got you ten And nine times out of ten, niggas don't pay attention And when there's tension in the air, nines come with extensions My daddy turned a quarter piece to a four and a half Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bath Broke his nails misusing his pinky to treat his nose Shirt buttoned open, taco meat laying on his gold I said Daddy, one day I'mma get you right with 36 zips 1000 grams of cocaine, then your name will be rich Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter He said Son, how come you think you be my connect I said Pops, your ass is washed up, with all due respect He said Well nigga, then show me how it all makes sense Go figure, mothafucka, every verse is a brick, your son dope, nigga Now reap what you sowed, nigga Please reap what you sowed, nigga I was born in '87, my grand daddy a legend Now the same shit that y'all was smoking is my profession, let's get it You better change what comes out your speaker They must be on the dick of who