Nas - My Life Is Real (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Nas - My Life Is Real (en) Lyrics
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What a life
It's true that they underestimate you
My life is real
So I'm frontin' on 'em every
chance I get to be honest
Wavy hair, mystique, up
in this bitch deep
Chain with some sick feet,
corner of 10th Street
Scoop me in the MPV, I'm
holdin' big heat
Soloist vocalist, maestro,
this fish grease
Rest in peace, Polo, he see
us, I was just with G
Just like Ron E, me and
Preem, this history
Young ones, abuelas, Jesus
candles, bodegas
Hallways playing some Gangstar, who
was there? They gon' say, "Nas"
Look at us now, De La, Mobb,
Rae, Ghost, and Rick
Big up Big L, Prodigy,
Trugoy, they live
Martyrs, if you will, a
legend has it cartel
I'm on jets with giants,
I'm Bill Parcells
PTSD, project trauma still dwells
Happiness gotta be in you,
money can't help
So salute to the men that
never hit the pen black
We got to the bread and still
live to spend that
I'm a man, I'ma die about it
Feel the pain, but I'm
not gon' cry about it
Tell the truth 'cause ain't
no reason to lie about it
Invisible fingers playin' chords
on my haunted piano
Invisible fingers playin' chords
Already classic before you
heard it, the spoiler was
all my feature verses
I lined it up kinda perfect
and then I hurled it
Rhymes in my minds like
pearls and oysters
Boss of bosses, Morpheus
on my bullshit
The illest style right here
'til I got white hair
Gettin' foul type stares,
we ahead light years
We come out, the shift starts,
so let the fifth spark
Turn the light switch off, drive
a block, switch cars
Toss the face mask and gloves,
damn, I just caught a buzz
Pulled another hit on a beat,
guess who the victim was?
Guess who get reconfigured?
The whole industry does
Premier, you my nigga because we became
the men our mothers prayed for
Maybe even exceeded they expectations
or maybe they always knew
While tyin' up our baby shoes,
what was waitin' that brewed
In the souls of a chosen few, this
ain't just talk, it's true
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