Nas ☆ It Aint Hard To Tell [Prod. by Large Professor]

42nd street terminal
Yo yo I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big money in most
an uninhibited freak
to sleep with
My visions are realistic
nothing’s figurative
I can wish it into existence
God want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread
I get high and forget who bled
Who we stomp kicked
in the head and
who we left for dead
Who are you niggas
Why argue niggas
the truth is the truth
I really put my scars on niggas
They wait a lifetime
they tell they hoes
Nas did this
Pointin’ to they scars like
Right here baby
really Nas did this
Like a badge of honor
not braggin’
I’m just honest
War stories we tell them
nothin’s realer than karma
Sip prohibition liquor
prohibition whiskey
Rap Jack Demsey
Matt Black Bentley pimply
Shatterin’ your silence
pass around the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry
at the weed dispensery
Official kings and gents is who
I mix and mingle with
Fuck your ice
I rock rubies amethyst
I fuck your wife
cause she a groupie scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches
ghetto glamorous
Yo what we talkin’ ’bout niggas
What we talkin’ ’bout niggas
This is Nas what Nas
What Nasty what recollect
At seventeen
I made seventeen thousand
livin’ in public housin’
Integrity in tact reppin’ hard
They askin’ how he disappear
and reappear back on top
Sayin’
Nas must have naked pictures of
God or somethin’
To keep winnin is
my way like Francis
As long as I’m breathin’
I’ll take chances
A soldier comin’ home
twenty years old with no legs
Sayin’ there’s no sense to cry
and complain
just go ‘head
So much to write and say
yo I don’t know where to start
So I’ll begin with the basics
and flow from the heart
I know you think my life is good
cause my diamond piece
But my life been good
since I started finding peace
I shouldn’t even be smilin’
I should be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than
I been broke I confess
I started out broke got rich
lost paper then made it back
Like Trump bein’ up down up
play with cash
My nigga’s like a locomotive
Nas we push it
mush ‘em
Queensbridge to Bushwick
Harlem Bronx all that
You ain’t even supposed to be
out here
You know where you at
At night New York
eat a slice too hot
Use my tongue to tear
the skin hangin’ from the roof
of my mouth
Shit was Falicimo melted pot
city sweltering hot
Staggerin’ drunker than
those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train
with that iron thing concealed
Reachin’soon as I heard them
iron wheels screechin’
When it came to a halt
whoever walked off got caught
Toker man safe
behind a locked door for sure
Minor theif shit
minor league shit beastin’
Lookin’ for the young
but now we older chiefin’
In my truck play
The Greatest Adventures
of Slick Rick
Buggin’ on
how his imagination was so sick
It’s ghetto beef
sinister niggas snicker
through yellow teeth
Alchohol agin’ my niggas
faster than felonies
How dare I Must be
somethin’ in the air
that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep
owned and sublease
I’m here y’all
This for my trapped
in the 90′s niggas
For my trapped
in the 90′s niggas
Ha for y’all niggas