A rookie boy, the cookie didn't make no profit
A stranger to the block, I damn near had to make them cop it
It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage
These 3 bars tell of the roots of Nas’s position in the coke game.
Like many other people, he struggled at first, and didn’t sell much, due in part to the fact that the person he got it from didn’t cook good crack.
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