You Wouldn't Understand
Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn
Let’s make a bet
I know the reason you ain’t make it yet
You say you set but you ain’t see the tedious ingredients
That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and
You never knew how to make dollars
You couldn’t make orders at a drive-through McDonald’s
I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, ** with a bottle
****** jealous of Jason
Dark green seven forty, no tint
Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Louis, and Hallsey
My ***** hype in the federal joint, verdict out
Twenty years getting money in the Dirty South
That’s alleged, you see my *****’s a stand up dude
So I’m yelling free my *****
My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too
Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I am
Cause where I’m from, man
What I see you wouldn’t understand
Where I been and what I do
No matter how you try you never can
Cause where I’m from
What I see you wouldn’t understand
Where I been, where I been
You ever been on the other end of a robber’s revolver
Not me, call me Lucky Nas Casalana
Or been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived
And praise God with a bullet I never collided
Some did and they lived
I salute the gods
Moet spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for y’all
N.Y. *****, Adidas, jogging suit
Hudson River, rent a boat, t-s*irt with a dinner coat
And vintage Fila like I’m the ghost of Domencio
On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle
Like a old BK gangsta, but I’m the CEO
Of Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men
My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends
Dedication, hard work, routine builds character
Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it
Break through walls like Pink Floyd
And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol y’all
Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes
Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I am
Cause where I’m from, man
What I see you wouldn’t understand
Where I been and what I do
No matter how you try you never can
Cause where I’m from
What I see you wouldn’t understand
Where I been, where I been
Now holla at a millionaire
Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear
Who to screw, what to drive
550 with the cream guts inside
Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly
Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, *****
Gat’s on us, I don’t really trust these guys
Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties
If she beautiful, the lustful type
I’ll hit it and bust inside
**** it, I’mma die one day
They gon’ probably make that day a holiday
Until then, let’s go on a shopping spree
Speaking for my real ******, only OGs
Certified who kill ****** when put in that seat
But tonight we on chill *****, chill mode
Spill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay
It’s like we always on the grind with no brakes
So tonight we gon’ act like we on vacation with this on rotation
Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I am
Cause where I’m from, man
What I see you wouldn’t understand
Where I been and what I do
No matter how you try you never can
Cause where I’m from
What I see you wouldn’t understand
Where I been, where I been
For my hood ******, yeah, yeah
To my man Eric B what up, yeah
The whole city, I see you
To my man Big Slate in the fed joint
My man S***k, free my ******
All my ******, yeah
I see you, yeah
And Baltum, I see you
You Wouldn't UnderstandLRC歌词
[00:18.540]Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn
[00:24.210]Let’s make a bet
[00:25.200]I know the reason you ain’t make it yet
[00:26.700]You say you set but you ain’t see the tedious ingredients
[00:30.300]That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and
[00:31.980]You never knew how to make dollars
[00:33.749]You couldn’t make orders at a drive-through McDonald’s
[00:36.219]I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, ** with a bottle
[00:39.409]****** jealous of Jason
[00:41.900]Dark green seven forty, no tint
[00:45.229]Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Louis, and Hallsey
[00:50.929]My ***** hype in the federal joint, verdict out
[00:53.649]Twenty years getting money in the Dirty South
[00:56.439]That’s alleged, you see my *****’s a stand up dude
[00:59.699]So I’m yelling free my *****
[01:01.419]My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too
[01:06.829]Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I am
[01:10.690]Cause where I’m from, man
[01:13.638]What I see you wouldn’t understand
[01:16.209]Where I been and what I do
[01:18.839]No matter how you try you never can
[01:21.490]Cause where I’m from
[01:23.799]What I see you wouldn’t understand
[01:26.609]Where I been, where I been
[01:28.999]You ever been on the other end of a robber’s revolver
[01:31.209]Not me, call me Lucky Nas Casalana
[01:33.908]Or been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived
[01:37.229]And praise God with a bullet I never collided
[01:39.578]Some did and they lived
[01:41.990]I salute the gods
[01:42.239]Moet spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for y’all
[01:44.908]N.Y. *****, Adidas, jogging suit
[01:49.939]Hudson River, rent a boat, t-s*irt with a dinner coat
[01:52.749]And vintage Fila like I’m the ghost of Domencio
[01:55.459]On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle
[01:58.598]Like a old BK gangsta, but I’m the CEO
[02:00.799]Of Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men
[02:03.519]My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends
[02:06.299]Dedication, hard work, routine builds character
[02:11.620]Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it
[02:15.200]Break through walls like Pink Floyd
[02:17.600]And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol y’all
[02:18.940]Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes
[02:22.500]Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I am
[02:25.929]Cause where I’m from, man
[02:29.900]What I see you wouldn’t understand
[02:31.740]Where I been and what I do
[02:33.960]No matter how you try you never can
[02:36.700]Cause where I’m from
[02:39.410]What I see you wouldn’t understand
[02:41.880]Where I been, where I been
[02:45.860]Now holla at a millionaire
[02:47.340]Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear
[02:49.250]Who to screw, what to drive
[02:50.910]550 with the cream guts inside
[02:52.800]Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly
[02:54.910]Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, *****
[02:57.650]Gat’s on us, I don’t really trust these guys
[02:59.679]Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties
[03:01.630]If she beautiful, the lustful type
[03:03.680]I’ll hit it and bust inside
[03:04.910]**** it, I’mma die one day
[03:06.400]They gon’ probably make that day a holiday
[03:08.500]Until then, let’s go on a shopping spree
[03:10.900]Speaking for my real ******, only OGs
[03:12.760]Certified who kill ****** when put in that seat
[03:15.470]But tonight we on chill *****, chill mode
[03:17.960]Spill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay
[03:21.500]It’s like we always on the grind with no brakes
[03:24.360]So tonight we gon’ act like we on vacation with this on rotation
[03:27.0]Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I am
[03:30.590]Cause where I’m from, man
[03:33.750]What I see you wouldn’t understand
[03:36.240]Where I been and what I do
[03:38.620]No matter how you try you never can
[03:41.270]Cause where I’m from
[03:43.960]What I see you wouldn’t understand
[03:46.720]Where I been, where I been
[03:51.600]For my hood ******, yeah, yeah
[03:57.460]To my man Eric B what up, yeah
[04:03.510]The whole city, I see you
[04:08.910]To my man Big Slate in the fed joint
[04:13.430]My man S***k, free my ******
[04:16.750]All my ******, yeah
[04:24.260]I see you, yeah
[04:26.300]And Baltum, I see you
