Halftime, half a perc and half a zan make it halftime Half a pint, pour up an eight, my nigga halftime Tryna rob that stick turn his body in halftime (Yeahh) Hit the streets and tear this bitch up like I'm Willie B No Tennessee but the chain on my neck is a T No Memphis Bleek, bitch I own the Roc not Jay Z, ya dig? War Ready like Tracy T, ya dig? Racks on racks on racks just might pull up in my Spider All my diamonds black you can motherfuckin' knight 'em All these pussy niggas whack, I'm a murk em every night'll Pull up screamin' blat, got my motor out a Viper Got 100 mil flat like my motherfuckin' idol I might eat it, I might lick it, but I swear i'll never bite 'em I swear every time I dress myself it go motherfuckin' viral They say niggas stealin' swag, bring my shit back like recycles I'mma asshole for some head I don't know that ho, I act like she dead Insurance on my money like a wreck Every time I see her, she lick the cleavage Fuck her on a $10, 000 bed I could never love her, fuck her And suck my dick like Beavis no Butthead Cocaine white like Justin Bieber bitch I might show the racks and tease the bitch I might want it but I don't need the bitch I been flooded out my Jesus bitch I want your pizza, Little Caesar's bitch Ninth Ward, I buy my diesel bitch I don't wanna talk and see a snitch No teacher, we chalkin' shit I pass the school, I pass by all the stallions I just want that neck like a giraffe I like fish in water, I'm a bear 175, I shave it like it's Nair Lay out, watch the kids like a daycare I don't play games, no I'm not the fair I got Hot Wheels like a motherfuckin' chariot Chanel Vintage but this shit is real Heyyy let's have a good time! Heyy let's a have a very good time!! I done figured this shit out If you think you gone bite on my swag it's a virus I don my swag and I pull up on bitches dressed in all white like Miley Cyrus No, I'm not gay, I fuck bitches on bitches I whip out she suck on my private (Suck it!) Lil nigga play, I'mma catch her I bet I fold 'em like a wallet I swear to God there's only one of me and these bitches 3D like a trolley I'm walkin' through it like tons of the ones and these bitches grabbin on my phallus Fuck nigga try me I swear to God lil whodie done pull up and pop at his noggin Bitch I got water I look like I'm fresh from Hawaii Having the time of my motherfuckin' life I'm gonna buy everything I want, I can't think twice You can turn off and be on my baby ice As long as I live only one life Heyyy let's have a good time! Heyy let's a have a very good time!!

Check me out y'all Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before I blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front; matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever King poetic. Too much flavor, I'm major Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass 40-side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds And ain't a damn thing gonna change I'mma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain Nas, why did you do it You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime It's halftime This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off with my own rhyme Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck I used to hustle - now all I do is relax and strive When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise This is exercise 'til the microphone dies Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin' But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and Kick my little raps cause I thought nigga wouldn't understand And now in every jam I'm the fuckin' man I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Versatile, my style switches like a faggot But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual Of rap I'm a professional and that's no question, yo These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand? Cause in the streets, I'm well-known like the number man Am I in place with the bass and format Explore rap and tell me "Nas ain't all that" And next time I rhyme, I be foul Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme Stay tuned, Nas soon - the real rap comes at halftime It's halftime This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel I got it going on, even flip a morning song Every afternoon, I kick half the tune And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit Word to Marcus Garvey: I hardly sparked it Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word I be slayin' them fast, doing this that and the third But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee Putting hits on 5-0 Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44 And biters can't come near And yo: "go to hell" to the foul cop who shot Garcia I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is living fat and The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

You were talkin' trash, we were tossin' bags When I caught your name at a corn hole game September Saturday in Rocky Top On top of G10 parking lot Said, "Girl, where you sitti'g? I got an extra ticket It's right on the 50" You had a 16 home team jersey on Singin' every word to the fight song Had your airplane bottles from your purse out Had a country mile smile every first down Last thing on my mind was the football Watchin' you girl like it's gonna be a good fall You would've thought that post-game Kiss would've made me wanna make you mine But you had me by halftime They sent out the pride of the south land band And all I could think about was holdin' your hand Was just gonna catch it on a couch TV And last second scored a couple tickets for free But baby I'd have paid anything to see You had a 16 home team jersey on Singin' every word to the fight song Had your airplane bottles from your purse out Had a country mile smile every first down Last thing on my mind was the football Watchin' you girl like it's gonna be a good fall You would've thought that post-game Kiss would've made me wanna make you mine But you had me by halftime Now every time the leaves start fallin' down I get to thinkin' 'bout You had a 16 home team jersey on Singin' every word to the fight song Had your airplane bottles from your purse out Had a country mile smile every first down Last thing on my mind was the football Watchin' you girl like it's gonna be a good fall You would've thought that post-game Kiss would've made me wanna make you mine But you had me by halftime You had me by halftime You had me by halftime

I don't wanna crash down I hope to never crash now I'm way to great for something That could leave me broke for awhile I bring that daft sound I through my cap down My eyes get bigger in life My pockets thinner but expand like the water and rice The bitch was never my type I fucking leave em' and they start. go Thinking bout life Her friend was taking shots blacked out The eye was blinking inside and You can fall back The world in your hands, drop the human fall flat The selfish mind can hold a lot, and I assault that This song for me so I can top all the bad stats Through my gauze causing blood on a set back Spit the acid through the mic acidic burn that Rapping bout the same shit feeling low crash The feeling curing all this pain from over think lapse Keep my eyes banned From seeing pessimistic views from all drawbacks You can be who you want just don't talk back Blurry on the seen cause my eye sharper in the darkness

I was running on your energy And ain't no pieces left to fix this peace And you was And I was running on your energy from Parties that considered me Filthy ass and home alone you sipping On that prodigy I call you and you over me Listen to this openly Steady pace you looking good and Tendencies from keeping you away From me You silky smooth and overly Passion of this life and you got me Thinking maybe we can start this thing From steady walking lost connection Any problems If we fucked up now its all On dreams my grasp for all that love Could mean thank you for the lovely things My fears get bigger constantly but sober Running sprees Fighting back the terror me I was scared to fall so quick Illusions had me thinking shit Rise or fall you think too much Depending how you got this shit Happiness for others you don't Listen to your tactic lips You don't listen to your tactics kid Listen to your tactics kid Don't do this and don't do that kid You're who you surround yourself With You're who you surround yourself With Don't get caught up in no nonsense Momma said you're gonna make it This that make it or break it And when you make it there's gon Be some shade Got you colder than a rainy day I ain't got no energy, I'm running Off this dopamine I ain't got no energy, I'm running Off this dopamine I ain't got no energy, I'm running Off this dopamine I ain't got no energy, I'm running Off this dopamine

I'm kicking back don't kill my name The cellphone line that hit so strange Don't hit the same I'm vibing out my fucking window pain Hit the same The cellphone line that hit so strange Don't hit the same I'm vibing out my fucking window pain Yeah, sit back when I think to myself Hold it together like waist on a belt Wishing 2 commas stay put in account Always end broke, but I give out my wealth A view from your thoughts can never sit down Thank you to those who always stayed true Above and beyond like the work that she do Lost about 1 but we don't say who Process slow down and I don't choose you Try it again you do what it do Later alarms, I'm always on snooze None of these bitches be thinking I'm cool Told em slow down blow off the roof Humidity rain be hitting my tomb Thought for a sec Maybe past you I'm kicking way back like the 90's and fools Simple it down with some brews and a tool Some trucks that were cool maybe C10 If bought me his ride no beamer or benz Swap LS then show up to meets like the best Pull up on start finish that Jay to contest Never slow down, scared to be lazy I dread Ain't nothing go on, I'm tryna get on Facing the facts some time "I see Jay on a song" More than a beat my verses be jogging a jog Never have seen or never get up to a call The beauty in struggle but never be happy "Love Yourz" Get me a group and call it a groupie What did he say? don't question it's stupid Can I get hands for feeling like you were the one Having some drinks be lit, I don't choose one I'm chasing a tag so maybe it lead to a flag I'm wearing a vest jealousy changing the mags They hating a man who be working to hard That be getting his bags They hating a man that be working too hard I'm kicking back don't kill my name The cellphone line that hit so strange Don't hit the same I'm vibing out my fucking window pain Hit the same The cellphone line that hit so strange Don't hit the same I'm vibing out my fucking window pain

I said don't cry hold my shoulder if you run by Or so happen in my presence let me cope mine A pain or grief you weep away it's been a week not weak signs I piece my Life together like a tree line They wonder if there's errors in the world for them to decline I told em read signs They deeper in the naked eye between lines Conceived my thoughts pursuing happiness inside the dolla tapes That hero deep inside just wanted something more than fame I'm tripping out to SLO hoping thoughts of loss will let go I show my dawgs all improvement that's just time, so they know That dreamer in that funky town can maybe touch down I came to lock down Bako ass rap clowns Opposing all their beats you got the same rap styles I'm not so different you just sound like prime rappers I get cha Your favorite artist traveled time backwards Slackers had some chapters now I'm switching up the factors I Made it on my own Got time just taking long I'm loving on this song I'm loving on this song I Made it on my own Got time just taking long I'm loving on this song I'm loving on this song I tell myself pick your head up Don't cry gets better Mood changing like the weather Baby I am fed up I'm tired of this shit taking too long It takes me forever just to write a fucking song One minute I will then the time I won't Then the next time I won't But if I ever do know I made it on my own And if I ever flip better turn my ass to stone I ain't with that shit Yeah you know my ass is grown I been waiting too long out here Matter of fact just wasted a year But that ain't the end of it Really die hard for this shit You gon see me coming up this year I made it on my own Got time just taking long I'm loving on this song I'm loving

I was second guessing I don't need no testing He a rapper he a star but he ain't take no lessons Confused deception I'm in past in my inception Outgrew past accession Hopeful lazy need attention Look to my digression Speaking to kings will loosen attention Loosen my grip cause the pen need a pensive Left with a bit but you eat from the plate dish Never gon say shit Probably get cut but I'll make it look painless Flawless like B, running E cause I'm tankless Can't tame the fame cause it come with a price list Sell out your soul entertain cause your life is Alerted to killers and pale like Jackson Hear all the crowd it gon change really drastic Live for yourself, some live with aggression I pull on the strings, too many hold questions Feeling like Miller "ascension" Feeling like me is feeling like he I guess it's my deception

Times cutting close I'm hungry wanting mo They pushing jay the most, I got believers Rooting beaver keep my front teeth close For 1 my Tia close, the gear that bought me close Vast of calls from many people I still "come up flows" The doors are locked and then they open close A yellow jacket and some buttons so the devil knows The cycle of it all, remorse for ones I offed I'm just to steady out for something that I loved and called Wisdom catch it all The ones too busy over standards be the most to flawed Check your status insta itchy, we all fiending off Until the day I flop They wanting versatile rappers I'm not one to talk The ignorance is bliss I'm ignorant to life and living on the strands of it Walking through abyss And every Jedi seen it bad channel all within You give it 10 percent I give it 90 for the 10 I'm making this shit