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[Produced by DJ Hot Day, Rodney Jerkins & Salaam Remi]

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
This kind of love is a once in a lifetime groove
Reach out and touch the love that I have for you
I see you standing there
So lost and all alone
I wanna take you in my arms
And tell you that you’re home
I look into your eyes
I said I know you very well
I see a mirror of my life
A reflection of myself


[Verse 1: Nas]
3:45AM can't sleep, can't dream
I'm stuck, money problems pop up

How will I survive
Guess it's best to decide not to decide
So that's my decision
Whatever happens happens
I keep making my millions

Can see myself in Presidential campaign dinners
But I'm passing blunts around a bunch of gang members

When you’re too hood to be in them Hollywood circles
And you’re too rich to be in that hood that birthed you

And you become better than legends you thought were the greatest
And outgrow women you love and thought you could stay with
Life become clearer when you wipe down your mirror
And leave notes around for yourself to remember
I like to teach and build
With brothers about how easy it is to reach a mil

All you need is some skill
Then it’s grindtime

Imagination better than knowledge, ask Einstein
It’s all in the mind
Nasty the nicest
Just one minute after it's heard, you all will recite it
You all will repeat it, you'll call me a genius
If you didn't now that I said it I forced you to think it

Write in my little vignettes, sipping Moet
Bitch when you vision me, you vision the best
When I was young they called me Olu’s son
Now he’s Nas' father, I was the good seed
He was the wise gardener


[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nas]
Beautiful life, often I dream that I can bring my niggas
Conservatives don’t understand slang linguistics
The burbs talking like the hood will change with quickness

Love the skinny model chicks but I prefer the thickness
So what I rap about my riches and I’m ostentatious
Get out a gangsta’s business, seems to me your thoughts are basic
Try to compare what you live to the life I master
See the fly shit I wear, you try to rock it after

Big bracelets, golden Egyptian faces
White wine spritzers and Switzerland on vacation
The strip club scene favors your Josephine Baker
Dope fiend neighbors, growing up I’ve seen paper
I describe it, hope you can visualize it
This is reminiscent to all the parks in the project
When my British Knights can rival your Foamposites

Don’t make me pull my Lottos out the closet

[Hook]

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