Lyrics 40-16 Building - Nas

That '70s heroin
Heron Preston
Teflon

I got so many kids in the game it's like a gender revealing
I got that feeling, Lionel Richie, Dancing on the Ceiling
Hope it resemble a Van Gogh when you paint me the villain
The hate is real but you should note that the love is way realer
Crafty with a pen way before I could pack 'em in
Nasty with dreads, a slim teen, young, I was passionate

A brand-new book cracklin' sound when you open I'm writin' gems'
I make gospel in the booth it might sound like I'm writing hymns
Put designer with the Timbs, wow
They wanna run with my style
40-16 Building bussin' 'em down

And the fiends was like employees bringin' customers 'round
Hurricane waters niggas had dreams of flooding the town
Weather report lookin' rainy but I skate through it daily
In a new gray Mercedes, waterproof Jordan Laneys
I'm sizzlin', scorchin', handsomely how they gotta pay me
Every recording off the head, I'm in the studio lately

Nas, Nas
I don't bang but I'm makin' that Crip
Let my bitch run in the Webster while I blaze in the whip

Take my quotes, I'm here to give hope
Start a company from one of my phrases
We in the age of lettin' dumb shit kill your kingdom
Body bags for no reason
Young shit, blunts lit, slurring off of the Seagrams

Hell with it, creep through the shadows
Eyes wide open, tires still smokin'
Brakes screechin' he's tweakin'
He see himself way different than we see him
He speak as if these mean streets was only his region
Shit everybody's squeezin'

Niggas know what I came in this game with
I'm not a entertainer, that's just a disclaimer
For what I'm 'bout to say
Famous people sayin' they hate bein' famous
Millionaires hate it
People take just to feel like they made it

Whoever claim that you changed 'cause the money came
They'd do the same if they saw they name on a hundred thangs
Pardon the haters, it's my billi' behavior
If they don't say I'm the G.O.A.T, that's just silly behavior

It's the ones you grew up with that's with the dumb shit
They want you slumped 'cause you get love, ain't that some shit?
20 trucks at the awards, we be movin' so crazy
I don't buy into the hype, I'm in the studio lately

It's the ones you grew up with, that's with the dumb shit
They want you slumped 'cause you get love, ain't that some shit?
20 trucks at the awards, we be movin' so crazy
I don't buy into the hype, I'm in the studio lately

Nas, Nas
I don't bang but I'm makin' that Crip
Let my bitch run in the Webster while I blaze in the whip

I'm outta here
I told niggas I was in rare form on the last album
I ain't playin' out here
It's not a game
Woo!