Paroles: Lost Freestyle

[Intro: Angela Bofill & Nas]
In our younger days we were so in love
And the thought of losing you was enough
Can't lose me...

[Verse: Nas]
Who be the holy prophet, they watchin’ with all his posture?
His Rothstein goggle game be the dopest, he gots to
Be from the 80s era
His tint is shade Carrera, Queens forever
Green pipe seats, clean Panamera
Amateur Hanna-Barbera characters know they envy
The illest Hennessy Black sipper with loaded semis
You pick of the week, voted-in rappers you go against me
You can't tantalize a call girl with just a roll of pennies
Can't bait a lion in ya trap without a tranquilizer
You enterin’ a boxing ring with no trainer beside ya
My Panerai watch glows like Avatar
Caviar black diamonds, can you imagine, y'all?
Take it from a rich man plate, kick in his door
'Cause his war with the bloodsuckers of the poor
The first shall be last, that's just universal law
Pop the cork, the Perrier-Jouët pours, like this, uhh
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