Make a bet, I know the reason you ain't make it yet Your stage is set but you ain't see the tedious ingredients that go inside of a rider You hidin' for problems and you never knew how to make dollars You couldn't make orders at a drive-thru McDonald's I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, 89 with a bottle Jealous of Jason, dark green, 740, no tint Rollie on wrist gleamin', he rocked a Baldy Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis and Halsey Copped chocolate tie, Vernon style and burn it down Got hype in the federal joint, verdict out 20 years gettin' money in the dirty south That's a legend, you see my n***a's a stand-up dude So I'm yellin' free my n***a, my nephew Godfather Malik He jammed up too, for what his hands usually call for but he ain't do it Who you are ain't in the recipe of what I am Cause where I'm from and what I see you wouldn't understand What I've been and what I do No matter how you try you never can Cause where I'm from and what I see you wouldn't understand What I've been and what I do You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver? Not me, call me Lucky Nas, Casalina Orbit shot in a Medulla Obligata And survived, praise God, with a bullet I never collided Some did and they lived, I salute the gods My wet spilling splashed by mistake on my 10 boots for y'all NYD I.D. Dyes, jogging suit, shell toes, slim flyer Hudson River in a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat A Venice feeler like I'm the ghost of Dimencio On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle Like a old BK gangster but I'm the CEO of Nasty Nas Enterprises Mastermind made men, my success symbolizes loyalty Great friends, dedication, hard work, routine builds character In a world full of snakes, rats, and scavengers Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it Break through walls like Pink Floyd and drink fluids of all kind of alcohol Y'all, vineyards in France, yachts out in Cairns I ain't in the recipe of what I am Cause where I'm from and what I see, you wouldn't understand Where I've been and what I do No matter how you try, you never can Cause where I'm from and what I see, you wouldn't understand Where I've been, where I've been Now holla at a millionaire, only he blowin' All them all decidin' which one to wear, who to screw, what to drive 550 with the cream guts inside, or the super sport range truckers fly Diamond ring on my knuckles, like fire Gats on the side, I don't really trust these guys Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties If she beautiful, the lustful type, I hit it and bust inside *** it, I'ma die one day, they gon' probably make that day a holiday Until then, let's go on a shopping spree Speakin' for my real, only OG's I'm certified, who kill when put in that seat But tonight we on chill, chill mode, spill more space Listen to Jeezy and Ho, some rosé It's like we always on the grind, with no break So tonight we gon' act like we on vacation, with this on rotation Cause where I'm from and what I see, you wouldn't understand Where I've been and what I do No matter how you try, you never can Cause where I'm from and what I see, you wouldn't understand Where I've been and what I do It wouldn't last a day in my shoes, homie Cause where I'm from and what I see, you wouldn't understand Where I've been, where I've been For my hood To my man Eric B, what up The whole city, I see you To my man Big Slate, in the fed joint My man Spunk, free money All my, yeah Club Vernon, I see you, I see you, yeah In Bogton, I see you You and I