QB Where the *** y'all at? Let's go, get smart ass Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two seating Hatin' but love him for the same reason Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's son we trust Cause they know I'ma give them what they want They're looking for a hero I guess that makes me a hero Another chapter, the cleanest rapper Distinguished gentleman, crooks a castle on his back Made backer, exotic lady I catch her, holla at ya, call me the contractor Workin' like Muay Thai class, get press fire out ya And of course I've been the boss since back when Rockin' D-Boy, feline velour in the 190 black Benz Now they shut down the stores that I'm shoppin' Used to be trained robbin', face covered in stock and I'm down Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two seating Hatin' but love him for the same reason Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's son we trust Cause they know I'ma give them what they want They're looking for a hero I guess that makes me a hero Rubber grip, hold a reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half, silverback ape Nickel plated mag, young rich and flashy Young bitch, I'm nasty, all black clothes Till ice lay on me so classy And every time I close my lids I can still see the barrel, I can still see the bridge Can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see Tell them angels open the door for me From nine Berettas and movin' raw To chillin' in wines, sellin' sticks and humidors That's what I call mature, that's what I call a G That's what I call a pimp, that's what I call a gangster To the fullest *** I'm tryin' to make more cream by every September 14th That's my dream so I can be more clean As I grow yearly, I can see things more clearly That's why they fear me Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's son we trust Cause they know I'ma give them what they want They lookin' for a hero I guess that makes me a hero It's universal apartheid, I'm hogtied, the corporate side Blockin' y'all from goin' to stores and buyin' it Verse LA and bitches ridin' with it But Newsweek articles start on big wigs They said, Nas, why is you tryin' it? My lawyers only see the billboard charts as winnin' Forgettin', Nas the only true rebel since the beginnin' Still in musical prison and jail for the flow Try tellin' Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joe They can't sing what's in they soul So entitled it is, I never changed nothin' But people remember this if Nas can't say it Think about these talented kids with new ideas bein' told But they can't and can't spit, I can't sit and watch it So ***, I'ma drop it, like it or not You ain't gotta cop it, I'm a hustler in the studio Cups of Don Julio, no matter what the CD call I'm unbeatable, y'all, let's go I'm unbeatable, y'all, let's go I'm unbeatable, y'all, let's go I'm unbeatable, y'all, let's go I'm unbeatable, y'all, let's go I'm unbeatable, y'all, let's go