paroles de chanson Kings & Queens - Nas , Wale , Tyga

Y'all can keep y'all weak beats, from your corny producers
There's a new king in the streets, you're gonna get used to
I was the old king of the streets, that y'all once hated
But now I reinvented myself, and y'all all waited
NAS, N.A.S. mean Ns Against Society
Noisy I aim not silently, noose all surroundin me
I hang 'em I string 'em up ain't no thing I just drop 'em
To which doctor you copped and you locked and it ain't what it was
I changed it up from that pop shit it's hard to see R&B
Rappers arguably, started fuckin up the game horribly
Cause, I parted the sea, then these novices targetted me
Bs infatuated say they love me lyin to me
What I've discovered is my brother's tryin to be
The next me, yeah I support him but he's blinded I see
Jealousy he love me to death and I'm buggin I love him for life
We both still mournin on our mother's, life
And I don't need much but a Dutch, a bh to fk
A six, a truck, some guns to bust
I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo' ass
With the Nasty Nas, diary, get out my path, I carry the cross
My vision's bothered by vigilantes that harbor on street corners
Try your hardest to harvest bundles of weed on ya
The starving'll speed on ya, stampede on ya
Impede on your pockets then pee on ya
Dreams of us living lavish in fabrics of fine linens
Spending, established, with women dining and laughing
But this environment got us violent, ready to crash in-
To society, take this driver seat, hope you fastened
Your seatbelts twice, when I rolled them dice, I crapped
So many times I can build casinos from scratch
Too many daps you might receive from the things you achieve, relax
That's what my mental say, but my physical's been detached
I'm on some other shit, like fuck the government
I'm higher rankings, where's the mothership?
I made a covenant that I was changing by my luck has been
Quite disgusting when reality tames you, where the fuck you been?
Left him face down like he was planking
In a cold world where old girl and her homeboy got a motive
You can bench curl your tribulations, that sensation's insulting
Got a wifey or a mistress, nigga which one you indulging?
Regardless of who you pick know life's a bitch when you ain't focused nigga
You the reason ns be beefin, h get on
'Posed to be Earth, ain't worth the py that you sit on
From here on, it's a new day
Million dollars ain't, what it was yesterday
Many problems, many ns, most involved but they fake
Hope y'all relate
I carry the cross
If Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you rappers, I carry the cross
I carry the cross