It's a thin line between paper and hate Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights Hell or the pearly gates; I was destined to come Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one Took a little time to claim my spot Chairman of the board until this game stop, and I side with the Lord Ride for the cause while drivin' niggas shot at my doors Plottin' I'm sure, to catch me with they Glocks to my jaws Tried stickin' me up but I flipped on these ducks Instead of me, ambulances were picking them up Niggas fear what they don't understand, hate what they can't conquer Guess it's just the theory of man Became a monster, on top of the world, never fallin' I'm as real as they come from day one, forever ballin' C'mon
Nasir Jones