Windowshopper huh? Haha. N***a tell the people how, when u was my hypeman on tour with Braveharts, I showed u your first Bentley, I showed you your first real diamonds,back then y'all n***as was rocking fake shit rom the bodegas. I been doing this shit a long time n***a, I got that old, long money. N***a, u finally got a couple dollars and switched up. Don't lose them few dollars u got,fucking with me
Let me tell y'all a true story....

50, I'll dissamble your whole assembly
To put it simply
It was me who showed you your first Bentley
Took you on tour, said it was illy
Said u never seen so much love from the city
Should've known even then, he was full of envy
U was so starstruck and silly
Was greasy as a steak & philly
To see all them fans who feel me
Said "Nas I can't wait til I see my first milli"
Used to scoop u from ya grandma crib
Eating with Braveharts, the first time u ate some 5 star shit
See, i never had to make up lies in a movie
U was a Braveharts, QB groupie
A mascot, CB4, a goofy
I rolled with 10 bad hoes,a jacuzzi with a smoothie
Told JMJ that u looked up to Nasir
Now u rocking vests under the G Unit braziers
Tried to make ppl think Supreme was ya Pops
Give him a slice of cheese, he'll pop to the cops (rat ass n***a)
Can't be his seed, ya team ain't Supreme
U weak,u don't want beef with a regime
U just got a Buck, and barely got Game
I smoke yayo, I put your Banks to shame
Be a gentleman, cuz n***a I'm a veteran
Curtis came out a bitch cuz Sabrina was a lesbian
Have u showing off a tenth gunshot on Letterman
Then pull off in a Enzo the same color as peppermint
Gods son so I'm Heaven Sent, bred to win
Seen ur movie attempt to be a thespian
Shit was ass, never do that shit again
Gay ass n***a singing bout Many Men
Nas got dividends, even if I never lift a pen again (amen)
On tour with crew, u asked me how to do this
I told u, stay true and keep Gs in your Unit
But he touch a few Gs, and still can't feed his unit
Rat n***a I'll put the heat to ur whiskers
See broke n***as yell, real wealth whispers
Broke n***as tell, for some KFC and a biscuit
Talking about, "what else u wanna know mister"
What's a mouse to a GOAT?
I'm on yachts, u on boats
I'm Space Ghost
Coast to Coast with the toast
U got a small slice of pie, now u satisfied
Let's see how long u last, cuz it's looking like Hammer Time
I know u do anything to get publicity
They'll rerun ya wake on BET, MTV and TMZ
U a clown homes
U don't want it wit NASDAQ, Dow Jones
I wear the crown of the town with pounds n brownstones
Nasir, God's son, son of a dove
If I'm a sucka for love, you's a sucka for guns
Your shit garbage, you ain't a shot caller
You a cop caller, my gwop longer
Pay homage patna, fore we ignite the drama
The llama reunited you with your mama
And have your boy Banks singing bout Karma