Dave East — Godfather 4

[Intro: Nas] Chicago, you're still shootin' up And Boston, y'all still shootin' up (Yeah) And Queensbridge stay shootin' up Even in Wichita, it's wicked, y'all [Verse 1: Nas] You see a mic stand lit up under the spotlight A silhouette of a man slayin' beats that knock right I treasure whenever niggas or rhetoricals hit Orchestral tracks and nail it, smooth black velvet And rap intelligent, but then it's just a low percent Who blow on some Nas, B.I.G., and Hova shit No offense but I was over with findin' young spitters whose names I remember Dave, Jay Rozay Dissin' your idols kill your future 'less your idol souped up Jamaica Ave Nas, cherry drop, couped up Still hittin' clubs grimy niggas occasionally shoot up Bang-bang, pow-pow, these snorters still toot up My dead granddad came to my cousin through a psychic I don't really like it, pay prices for afterlife advice gets Kinda double jumbled, prefer to take my chances Who gets out alive? Nobody got the answers All we got is questions I told my bitch she hit the genetic lottery Love it when she lie to me A friendship is built over time and trust too But trust is a contract that constantly needs to be renewed For peace and solitude Peace and solitude, p-p-p-peace and solitude Trust me and love me, I trust you and love you Could you, could you, could you really show love? Like a tree fallin' in the middle of the forest Nobody heard your shit drop, it's really garbage How come rappers you claimin' I got my style from Never pile one-tenth of my mint? No diss to them, men who got it in, this is now, that was then Different style, different Benz, it's clear there's a difference You resortin' to, uh, distortin' the truth Grindin', my offspring needs juice, walk in my shoes [Verse 2: Dave East] Yo, big bro, I'm from the ice pick era, light-skinned terror Thought I could sell this dope until my life get better Hieroglyphics, got 'em tatted on us, so it's hard to miss us Reminiscin' my uncle sniffin' the Lionel Richie Soul Train over breakfast, Lexus across the Triborough They not thorough, how you my brother? You not Errol [Verse 3: Nas] Soul Train over breakfast, Lexus across the Triborough You not thorough, you not my brother, you not Jungle A whisper of death, a kiss of life From Sade lips, my wish for life My neck wearin' exotic material, so excited I'm still here with you I cried about it with a sinister smile What's notable, I been winnin' awhile, I'm a dazzler Ancient astronaut from the Dogon Tribe, gangster tatted up Time travelin' Nas, how I'm unravelin' this major paper And blast niggas like a Navy laser? System activated, board the cabin, orderly fashion I'm glad you made it, I'm the captain, flight time, three minutes Won't be servin' lunch or dinner Your comfort is my concern, you could burn it if you feel it We'll be cruisin' at forty thousand feet Your in-flight movie is Godfather 4 starrin' me and Dave East [Verse 4: Dave East] First class for the whole flight, go 'head and lean your seat back No lunch or dinner menu, but got champagne if you drink that Stewardesses models, gelato, you could bring it on The pilot cool, I snuck in the cabin so I could see the storm Joe Clark, the one that they leanin' on I just took my shoes off, shorty across the aisle look like Lena Horne Forty thousand feet, my wifi still crackin' You niggas is still packin', this flight about to land Pick your seat up, secure your area, clean up your mess Half the seats Louis Vuitton, we double G'd up the rest We don't even acknowledge the ones you seem to impress Don't forget your charger, we could fly whenever, be my guest