You Wouldn't Understand

You Wouldn't Understand - Nas

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 89 with a bottle

Niggas jealous of Jason

Dark green seven forty no tint

Rollie on wrist gleaming he rock the baldy

Used to ride with him to Brooklyn Louis and Hallsey

Cop chocolate thai Vernon style and burn it down

My ni**a hype in the federal joint verdict out

Twenty years getting money in the Dirty South

That's alleged you see my ni**a's a stand up dude

So I'm yelling free my ni**a

My nephew godfather Malik he jammed up too

For what his hands usually call for but he ain't do it

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 ni**a Adidas jogging suit

Shelltoes slim fly ni**a

Hudson River rent a boat t-shirt 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

In a world full of snakes rats and scavengers

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 b**ch

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

F**k 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 niggas only OGs

Certified who kill niggas when put in that seat

But tonight we on chill ni**a 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 niggas 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 Spunk free my niggas

All my niggas yeah

Club Vernon I see you

I see you yeah

And Baltum I see you