Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Cure, artist - Nas. Album song King's Disease, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mass Appeal
Song language: English
The Cure |
| Too many changes, you changed from your greatness |
| Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless |
| The markets see you as a old-ass artist |
| The McCartneys live past the Lennons, but Lennon’s the hardest |
| Stay on your path, stay on your craft |
| They just want you to switch your lanes up so they can hate on your ass |
| What’s in a name? |
| What’s in a name? |
| Suffering and pain |
| Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king’s grace |
| I came in this thinkin' you was gon' be this great thing |
| 'Cause I seen the greats do it with a great queen |
| What these kings have in common? |
| They had women who solid |
| Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who wasn’t ready |
| They envy the unhappiness of the greats |
| They don’t have a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin' for ways |
| To feel what Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was dealt |
| A Vandross, here’s the cure, the antidote |
| A thousand milligrams, make sure you don’t overdose |
| Turned to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the cold |
| Cold gang, don’t get exposed, stories get told |
| You glamorize the game, it ain’t a glorious road |
| Rest in peace Kobe and Nip, that’s off the rip |
| King shit, if it ain’t about fam, it don’t mean shit |
| The cure, love all the allure |
| Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in with Lord |
| Roll the credits |
| Cuban link QB chain belong in the MOMA |
| So boomerang, you salute my twenty-seven summers |
| Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go with the moment |
| Pac’s on the chain, got his medallion, I won’t |
| Insinuate imitation 'cause I copied his stomach |
| Kings honor kings, straight from my pops to my son’s shit |
| Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw fish |
| Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist |
| I’m studied like a book by many |
| They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley |
| White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga |
| On my Rick James behavior |
| Life is school for the soul and I’m in life seven already |
| Life’s simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit |
| Everything from sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit |
| Still goin' deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick |
| We looked at robbin' as a way of resolving our problems |
| My moms cooked food, but some of my niggas was starving |
| And whatever they was down to do, I was with 'em regardless |
| Turns out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest |
| The scissor was sharper, my predictions was on it |
| No fortune teller, just going off regular signs |
| Niggas often tell ya they moves |
| Without a word, just reading they mind |
| Wasn’t needin' no nine |
| Corner executive born in ghetto hell |
| Where metal yell especially over necklaces |
| Life lessons is karma |
| Whatever you dish out come back as blessings or to haunt ya |
| Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your dishonor |
| That’s generational curses, they said they want the old Nas back |
| Play the Clue tapes for old verses |
| Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas will rise 'em up |
| Like they wasn’t live enough, many lives I’ve touched |
| Can I get a witness? |
| Can I get a witness? |
| I need a witness, drinkin' three at night on some Bridge shit |
| Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge shit |
| Party with gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge shit (Yeah) |
| Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge shit |
| Yeah |
| Like Jabari, I’m on some Bridge shit |
| Shooter live on |
| Kings live forever |
| Yeah |
| We go through a lot |
| And nobody wanna hear about what we go through |
| And that’s cool too |
| Every man go through the same Mondays and Fridays |
| Same sun, moon, and stars |
| It’s just how you stand like a man |