[Hook: Nas]
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer

You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X, catching the jungle fever


[Verse 1]
Uh, you couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
Or in the whip without some tents and some bumping speakers

You couldn't catch me on the beat without a ton of ether
That's why I draw a fat crowd like a double feature
So what we twisting up? I got me a variety

Homegrown medicinal strands, come take a ride with me
Can recite Illmatic in its entirety
'Cos growing up that album definitely inspired me

Imagining me chilling in New York City in
'94, coppin' nickel bags in the park
Rooting for the Knicks, watching Ewing pass it to Starks

Visualizing when hip-hop was back on the charts, yo

[Hook]


[Verse 2]
Spending every day chilling in July getting high

There's no jobs at all, we just trying to get by
And then the tree kicks and I'm like "Why even try?"
But they retroing some 3s that I'm dying to buy

I'm trying to increase my revenue off of music
'Cos that %#@! really feel like free money when I use it
Maybe that's why it seems I get it then I lose it

Trying to vacation on an island or a cruise ship
G makes songs that you can roll up and cruise to
If rap was a sport I'd be the guy you always lose to

You drop tapes that everybody hits the snooze to
And wonder why loser is how everybody views you


[Hook]