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NAS FEAT. VICTORIA MONET : You Wouldn't Understand lyrics

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NAS FEAT. VICTORIA MONET lyrics : "You Wouldn't Understand"

[Verse 1: Nas]
Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn
Let's make a bet, I know the reason you ain't make it yet

You say you set, but you ain't see the tedious ingredients
That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and
You never knew how to make dollars

You couldn't make orders at a drive-through McDonald's
I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, '89 with a bottle
^!$$%s jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty, no tint

Rollie on wrist, gleaming he rock the baldy
Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis, and Halsey
Cop chocolate thai, Vernon style and burn it down

My ^!$$% hype in the federal joint, verdict out
20 years getting money in the dirty south
That's alleged, you see my ^!$$%'s a stand up dude

So I'm yelling free my ^!$$%
My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too
For what his hands usually call for, but he ain't do it


[Hook: Victoria Monet]
Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am

Cause where I'm from, man, what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been and what I do
No matter how you try you never can

Cause where I'm from and what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been, where I been


[Verse 2: Nas]
You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver?
Not me, call me Lucky Nas Casalana

All been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived
And praised God with a bullet, I never collided
Some did and they lived, I salute the gods

Moet spilling, splash my mistake on my Timb boots for y'all
N.Y. ^!$$%, Adidas, jogging suit
Shelltoes, slim, fly ^!$$%

Hudson River, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat
A vintage Fila like I'm the ghost of Domencio
On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle

Like a old BK gangsta, but I'm the CEO
Of Nasty Nas Enterprise, mastermind, made men
My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends

Dedication, hard work, routine builds character
In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers
Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it

Break through walls like Pink Floyd
And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol, y'all
Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes


[Hook: Victoria Monet]
Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am

Cause where I'm from, man, what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been and what I do
No matter how you try you never can

Cause where I'm from and what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been, where I been


[Nas]
Now holla at a millionaire
Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear

Who to screw, what to drive, 550 with the cream guts inside
Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly
Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, (*##$

Gat's on us, I don't really trust these guys
Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties
If she beautiful, the lustful type, I'll hit it and bust inside

$#&@ it, I'ma die one day, they gon' probably make that day a holiday
Until then, let's go on a shopping spree
Speaking for my real ^!$$%s, only OGs

Certified who kill ^!$$%s when put in that seat
But tonight we on chill, ^!$$%, chill mode
Spill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay

It's like we always on the grind with no brakes
So tonight we gon' act like we on vacation with this on rotation


[Hook: Victoria Monet (Nas)]
Who you are ain't in the recipe to what I am (word)
Cause where I'm from, man, what I see
You wouldn't understand where I been and what I do
(Y'all wouldn't understand)

No matter how you try you never can
(You wouldn't last a day in my shoes, homie)
Cause where I'm from and what I see (yeah)
You wouldn't understand where I been, where I been


[Outro: Nas]
True B ^!$$%, yeah
For my hood ^!$$%s, yeah, yeah
To my man Eric B., what up, yeah
The whole city, I see you

To my man Big Slate in the fed joint
My man Spunk, free my ^!$$%s
All my ^!$$%s, yeah
Club Vernon, I see you
I see you, yeah

And Baltum, I see you

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