1-800-Nas&Hit

(No, my brother, you've got to buy your own)
Yeah
Yeah, woo

Yo, it's like the box sets
Star Wars, Fast & Furious franchises
Six projects, six sagas, it's hood science
4 A.M. infomercials telling you where to buy it
1-800-Nas&Hit, all six like a greatest hits
No, my brother, you got to cop your own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They shop for free, I pay the charges
Straight up
If Huey was a rapper
He would say some wild things over a sample, think about it
Shh
If Malcolm was a rapper
He would say some shit over the breaks
Come out with neck snappers, I promise
Shh
They would be singing the same song as me
Probably not killed by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot

1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with no politics
And when you talk to us make sure you talk to us with common sense
This one is goliath, big, leaped over a giant bridge
Called my counterparts, I told 'em they gotta try this shit

Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win

Finally killed the King's Disease, I see what a genius see
Unclutter your mind for once, let me set the scenery
Put down the diamonds and blunts, put down the wine and the cups
Put your ideas in play, it ain't what it seem to be
Don't get stuck in the Hollywood shuffles
Did a show they snuck in the trailer and stole the duffle
You thinkin' major, they thinkin' tiny, they tried to Deebo
Please don't remind me the reason I bought these Desert Eagles
Got Ron Isley age difference on my missus wishes
Hit a store the receipt look like a Christmas wish list
Cougars waist trainin', salute, amazin' ain't it?
Health, I praise the single mom life, casual datin'
I can put a love story on the silver screen
Then put the song in the trailer, you see it in-between
The nightly news and the shows you be watching on the sofa
She text me, "Come over, let's play your discography"
She in disbelief just from my 2020's run
I'm the inspiration, I ain't gotta look for none
This one is goliath, big, leaped over a giant bridge
Called my counterparts, I told 'em they gotta try this shit

We holding leadership conferences
Ha, yeah
For the hood, for the kids
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win

Credits Roll
Six albums, in how many years?
We having fun
A crazy run
Time flies
Dial the number
1-800-Nas&Hit
That's 1-800-Nas&Hit
Leave us a message
Let us know when y'all want us back again
We'll spin the block to be there for you
Nothin' but love
Hit-Boy on the boards
Your man, the maestro himself, Mr. Jones
It's just natural like
That's what it gotta be
Shout the engineer, David Kim
I know we been drivin' you crazy, you like, "What? Again?
Another one? You just- when do y'all take a break?"
Shoutout to Gabe, Big Double, Peter
My man Ant Saleh
Did you ever imagine?
Aye yo
Shout out to my man Big Hit, just came home
He already takin' over the whole shit, ya know
Shoutout to C3
That's third generation
He be in here goin' crazy in the studio
Having fun, watching cartoons, playing video games
While we recording, vocaling
That's my man!
Shout out Big Des and Knight
It's all about the next generation
That's what we here for
The next generation
Of course to Jung, the crew, the family
Big Lef, Modo, Jav
Kevinsky
My geysers
Che, what up?
All my peeps, yeah
(Haz)
I said Haz (you said Haz?)
Yeah, let's hear it back
Hazimoto
Too many to name
Em, The Company
Exit, what up?
Mass Appeal
Annie, everybody, thank you
Peace