The Art Of It (Feat. J. Myers)

Fire spitter, I ain't never met a higher nigga 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 beater, Bottega British Knights sneaker, my C so ill That, man, I get chills when I look at my Christian Diors, they kill D is for Dries Van Noten Young niggas try to keep up with what I'm doing D cups, tequila and blunts Weed, women, and liquor Depending on the day is a different mission They not knowing, they wanna know what he got on The QB Don went and got his Pete Rock on Nas keep a fine bitch to roll his weed up for him My niggas 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 .44s never could miss him, coming to see us Glad to see you made it home to the hood, nigga We blowing trees, tell me, don't it feel good, nigga? [Chorus: J. Myers] Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it? La-la-la Put that good shit in the air (Yeah) La-la-la Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas) As long as we together (My QB niggas) We gon' put that good shit in the air (Yeah) La-la-la [Verse 2: Nas] 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 a magnum And I'm the type who runs to the drama looking for who clapping Nike boot, what I eat him, he 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 agenda, lock up niggas for three winters When I attack I'm faceless like a iron mask They get away quick, traceless, lying back, liars pass I breathe deep like Lamaze class Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last Stretched out or in a body bag, I ain't that Live young, obtain wisdom, and die last [Chorus: J. Myers] Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it? La-la-la Put that good shit in the air (Yeah) La-la-la Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas) As long as we together (My QB niggas) We gon' put that good shit in the air (Yeah) La-la-la [Verse 3: Nas] Look, I don't have that much time, candidly, I'm in divorce Rumors, DUIs, in and out of court Different judges, assault charges hovers on your boy Other niggas' wives lust to be under covers with your boy Y'all don't want an angry Nas on your label Y'all got plenty checks, CEO, man I'm only 36 but if it's— point five on the table I say with all respect my dude Thank you, we had the best times but I'm about respect, I'm about the talent I possess Never know, there could just be a time when I'm behind your desk then let you go Could you imagine Nas the exec? The artist on the masters controlling your release Probably they wanna wait 'til I'm deceased to honor me So my product'll 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, there's no beef I used to open off making fifty G's But now I spend that on a diamond to make her neck freeze My larynx'll serenade the hood I tell the cops my blood dirty, they say I'm all good TMZ, they hoping 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 nigga shit [Chorus: J. Myers] Damn it feels good, it feels good don't it? La-la-la Put that good shit in the air (Yeah) La-la-la Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas) As long as we together (My QB niggas) We gon' put that good shit in the air (Yeah) La-la-la