The pressure weigh a ton, it’s gettin too heavy
Had to inspire them again like I didn’t already
Real ones still around, release the confetti
God’s Son across the belly
I ain’t made ‘til we all can say that we made it
Been down with the hustle so long feel like we’re related
Take my word like you would from the book of Revelations
Dead presidents, that shit come when you dedicated
I invest in education 'cause we wasn’t privy
We got busy, put scholarship programs throughout the city
Jefe, did it my way, chairman of the committee
The world on my shoulders, it’s gettin’ too heavy
I been bench pressing the problems, ain’t even get sweaty
Cops brutalizing kids, I see it too steadily
Correctional facilities, never do it correctly
My main statement is this whole game is triangulated
Little versions of who? Nigga, there’s no replacement
Besides my kids, boundaries are my greatest creations
I been on fire four generations
It’s Nas ‘til I’m gone
