Nas — Sinful Living

[Verse] Situations I be kickin' just to get you pacin' That attentive parental supervision, you should do the diction Street chronicles, struggles and losses Can make a nigga moms hang up crosses and horseshoes I brought you to that state of mind you needed By now you're weeded, bob your head, recline seated And picture life inside the shoes of the shiestiest crews With sports cars and the iciest jewels Y'all know the rules in this street life By now the beast might release white Stash your heat right, my pop passed the peace pipe And shed light on, he put me right on to be an icon 'Cause dead niggas got they name wrote up in krylon The fast life, fistfights, that shit could like amuse me Some chose a road, some niggas died, some was too choosy At nighttime, it especially addresses me Preferably around 10 when my weed cipher begin We start buggin' on facts, half the facts, that's for sure Put your zone in my world, if we adapt, crack and pour Make a toast, yo, that's how we break bread together Probably when we dead, be better, the problems ahead, whatever Courvoisier sippin', whippin' out-of-state missions And just in case you're snitchin', the safe's hidden With these connivin' things, niggas make it too obvs to bring Hatred to enterprisin' cream, advise your team to wiser schemes