Now it seems the nas comparisons are coming true/
I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you
He be the last true apostle
And even buy you a bottle
See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit
I have got the guts and true grit
Fistful of wood, twisted for the good
You not shit, come off it, i'm the prophet
Always stay true stick to the g code
A nigga just got paid and we still was broke
And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit
Bringing in religion you're no prophet
Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you
The pains of growing old are physical and mental, true
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