Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating
Plus the people need someone to believe in
So in God's Son we trust
Can't leave it, the game needs him
They looking for a hero
Yeah! Let’s go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
Plus the people need someone to believe in
Like it or not, you ain't gotta cop it
Working like Muay Thai class, could perspire out ya
I can see things more clearly that's why they fear me
And of course I've been the boss since back when
I'm him!
They looking for a hero
Rocking D Boy, Fila, velour in a 190 black Benz
Can't leave it, the game needs him
No matter what the CD called I'm unbeatable y'all!
Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor
Kiss money!
They can't sing what's in they soul!
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow
It's universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side
My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winning
Now they shut down the stores that I'm shopping
Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating
If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids
Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentleman
They looking for a hero
Blocking y'all from going to stores and buying it
I never changed nothin', but people remember this
Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating
Forgetting Nas the only true rebel since the beginning
'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want
And every time I close my lids
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel
I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see
I'm a hustler in the studio, cups of Don Julio
I guess that makes me a hero
Tell them angels opened the door for me
I guess that makes me a hero
So "Untitled" it is
I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma drop it
Can't leave it, the game needs him
By every September 14th, that's my dream
They said, "Nas, why's you trying it?
I guess that makes me a hero
So I can be more clean as I grow yearly
So in God's Son we trust
Hate him or love him for the same reason
First L.A. and **** ****** was riding wit it
That's what I call mature, that's what I call a G
Plus the people need someone to believe in
Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm nasty
Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag
All black clothes so ice lay on me so classy
Crooks and castle on his back Maybach-er
To chilling in wine cellars, sticks and humidors
But Newsweek article startled big wigs
I'm tryin' to make more cream
Used to be train robbing, face covered in stocking
Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half
With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit
From nine Berettas and moving raw
Hate him or love him for the same reason
I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge
Hate him or love him for the same reason
'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want
So in God's Son we trust
'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want
That's what I call a pimp, that's what I call a gangsta to the fullest, shit