N.A.C Lyrics

Imma make it to the top there's no obstacle big enough to stop me

I came straight out the island

Trynna be a new man a nuisance

Put my shit up on newsstands like I'm the President or sum

I rap for homies on the blocks

Toting Glocks

Putting money in their socks

Selling rocks to the fiends I

Took money from the rich and

I kept it, I told you I was nice but

I just faked it

He's scared to death

He's scared to look

He's shook

Cuz ain't no such thing as half way crooks

Everywhere that you look

You gon see this crook

In every book that you pick up

In every magazine

In every every newsletter

The trend setter

The go getter

Notorious speaks to me gloriously

I'm trynna take flight like Jet Li

It'll feel just like mace

When I spit on your face

I'll put you in your place

Don't you fuck with me

I'm…not a comercial nigga

I'm trynna do it just like Shady nigga

Respect to the OGs that came before me

You talk a lot of shit my nigga you don't know me

I don't know myself

I kept it up on the shelf for way too long

Now that I'm strong I'm bout show your ass that I belong

The pen hits like a deuce deuce

I'm putting the paper to good use

The pen hits like a deuce deuce

I'm putting the paper to good use

I rap for homies on the blocks

Toting glocks

Putting money in their socks

Selling rocks to the fiends I

Took money from the rich and

I kept it, I told you I was nice but

I just faked it

I rap for homies on the blocks

Toting Glocks

Putting money in their socks

Selling rocks to the fiends I

Took money from the rich and

I'm living life like you've never seen

Fifty

Hundred dolla' bill$

Man that's chump change I'm trynna take a couple mil

You go big or go

H.O.M.E

I'm trynna have all of yous F.E.E.L me

I'm trynna be the B.I.G.G.E.S.T

I feel just like the B.I.G, the P.A.C, The Jay-Z

Up on stage man this lifestyle is crazy The six on the jersey and it's Black on Black The King is Back