Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Full Circle, artist - Nas. Album song King's Disease, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mass Appeal
Song language: English
Full Circle |
Ayo, Hit-Boy, man |
I need to roll up some of that fonto you got, man |
I be seeing you smoking |
Yo, how that I.E. |
weather? |
Uh |
Tilted brim like Goldie talking |
Pryor listening, my prior women had no remorse |
When they tried to end on no discourse, no discussion |
I’m all alone and all the people with the big hats on went home |
So what you gon' do now, Goldie? |
Your bottom left you |
It’s up to me and you, Goldie, through introspection |
You ain’t Goldie, you Nas, and my heart ain’t cold as it was |
And I go through multiple love triangles over and over enough |
I talk to my boxing trainer, he’s my logic explainer |
Conversations through our combination |
He told me, «Stick and move,"and «Different rules apply to different women» |
Some women’s into licking women |
Some women’s independent, some women want brothers who educated |
Some women want Benz’s, leather seats that are perforated |
Some do malevolent snake shit |
Yeah, you can miss me with that fake shit (Peace king) |
Dialogue superb, flyest cars on the curb, world |
When I evolved, a higher God emerged reserved |
More subtle, come from the stress and the struggle |
Young then, obsessed in the bubble about it |
Took advantage if a woman allowed it |
One of the foulest, some would say I was childish, money driven |
Mischievous, I perceived it as livin', gifts and ribbons |
Any kisses on the lips was forbidden, I was on it |
She curvy, then shorty was cornered, no worries |
For the naughty, it was higher performance, or was it really? |
The games that I was playin' was silly |
Similar to them days when I was packin' that milly, it could’ve killed me |
Caution never crossing my mind, she calling crying |
Me, I’m more concerned why she ain’t falling in line, was buggin' |
Grew a lot since they said I was stubborn |
Guess it’s real, even players need lovin' |
When you enamored by female companions, there’s no standards |
Once you hit and it switch the dynamics, that’s the damage |
Reflecting on first impressions, what’s she expecting? |
Why when men don’t follow directions, it’s deception? |
I was intrigued by fine women, I realized |
Some were drop dead gorgeous living a lie |
Oblivious to beauty inside truly defines |
Will you walk with me or are you there for the ride? |
For better or worse, every blessing and curse |
Understand exotic sands come after the dirt |
I was dealing since adolescent |
Thinking my girl was my possession |
I stand corrected |
It takes understanding and affection |
Time is money, I need growth for my investment |
I don’t like attention unless it’s a woman |
With majestic grace like an empress in Essence |
Let’s just chill, catch vibes in the grill |
Celebratin', many of us never made it (Haha) |
Whatever brings you down won’t elevate you (Uh) |
Like a real one beside you is very gracious |
I’ll Na Na top five, nigga, dead or alive |
Nigga or bitch, Firm mafioso shit |
Ayo, Esco, name a bitch fuckin' with me |
Did a bullet, came home, Brooklyn gave me the key |
No cap though, facts though, nigga, that’s really rap, though |
Like really though, my nigga, she really back though |
Like really though, my nigga, she really rap though |
In my lowski lotion, nigga |
Got my wooskies locin', nigga |
Comme de Garçons loafers on my posters, Firm la familia |
First lady, nigga, Bonnie for real |
Pussy power like Tasha pushed Tommy to kill, uh |
Black Sheba, Philipp Plein on a sneaker |
Lowering the two-seater, bitch, I spits ether |
I’m saying my salaams, what up? |
Got my three gods with me, so ladies, keep it a buck |
La familia |
Life (Life) |
Everything comes back around full circle (Yup) |
(Miss me with that…) |
What up, Hit-Boy? |
One of my favorites (Ooh) |
Yeah, you know what the fuck this is (What it is?) |
King shit, Firm Biz |
Mastered this, no alternative |
Classic shit, that’s affirmative |
Ha, got me out here on my first degree murder shit |
Stretch marks from this art, gave birth to this |
And I stand by every word of this |
Malcolm X with a check, close curtains, bitch |
Yeah |